September 2025
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FLASH FİCTİON “WE ARE ABOUT TO SAY….”
There are many a things we have a lot to say about – sometimes those things even say a lot about themselves. But these so called aughts (anys), my god what’s up with them. Are they even an aught themselves? Why did I just ask that? If we could include the word self among the Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION ” PUPPET”
İ’m a puppet who doesn’t listen They thought I was made for listening to them like a nice little sheep. Strings – of wool – all around me. Wool? Nah – it was his almost invisible strings – The Makers of this so called society. Who was he? Except an imposer of will, the older Continue reading
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“NARRATIVE POEM” Psychology of ETHER
Ether said she was not a boy. She was electrifying all the cables nowdays. But it was a serious question. What was I Ether for?Was I invented or made – or sexualy born?Who fucked who in that situation if it was true? Then something blew?! Or what was that anyway?Ofcourse, a sudden realisation, an impulse, Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “DIVING”
A story about diving Reading through finally found myself in the depths of deep water. Eleven kilometers down in deep sea water. Amazing thing occured while I deepdived. I found a casket, sealed. Took it on my back and dived it out. While I was opening the casket, a tremendous amount of books flew out. Continue reading
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FLASH FİCTİON “DİARY OF A SKELETON”
What are we skeletons for? Some say we were born this way. Apparently I was born this way, special. Because I remeber it clearly, something struck us from the sky. A rainbow? No. Probably a truck. For heavens sake it hurt. But ok – it was fine… Fine?! Maybe thirty years later, which I gather Continue reading
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Poem “Mirror”
Once upon a time I was a mirror.Suffering was the game ofThe one looking at the glass.I did feel as the gazer wantedBut I foughtThe battle of breakthrough.Mirror, mirror – the past of meWhat did I doTo deserve the Reflection of only me. Continue reading
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