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Yellow Bucket

A fiction piece written in a 10-minute session with the prompt "Tide Pools."             They took their children to the tide pools in the hope that they would be distracted, their bare toes dipping into the icy waters as they searched for hermit crabs and sea stars.             At first, they just hung around next to their parents on the sand.             “Aren’t you coming with us?”             “Why don’t you just go with your sister and see what you find?”             “But I want you to come with us!”             She glanced over at her husband questioningly, but he only met her with a frosty stare. Any decision she would make would clearly be the wrong o...

Emptiness

Why is it that a half-empty glass is pessimistic When it could be the ultimate optimism For only an empty vessel may be filled again There is ecstasy in emptiness Like a satisfying shit Belly buzzing with joy That feeling of Lightness Of Possibility Sunyata Emptiness brimming with bliss Euphoric and free Unbound, untethered, unburdened Liberated and lifted Out of the darkness Dissolving in the boundlessness Of the void