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The world wants conformity and perfect clones, but what happens when the world itself is stood on its own lopsided head?  Is everything that seemed to happen in one direction also conversely true?  What if you look at it all backwards?

If you expect everything to be the same forwards and backwards, you might not like it when a simple countdown from a simple event spins backwards in two different directions.

Find a little truth, maybe a little justice, and definitely some counting backwards in “Everything is Backwards”, a short experimental story by Dawn Wilson, published by CommuterLit and available here: http://commuterlit.com/2015/01/thursday-everything-is-backwards/

Thanks for reading!

night,

dawn

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We’ve all got ’em.  The good, the bad, the ones who sunbathe naked on their rooftops.  Suburbia is filled with the indescribable.  But what would you do if your closest neighbor wasn’t just bad and awful, but was God Himself?  A know-it-all, a show-off, extremely infuriating, holier-than-thou, and perfect.

Quake in your boots, then go read “Extraordinary Neighbors” by Dawn Wilson, published in Paper Tape Magazine and available here: http://papertapemag.com/2014/12/11/extraordinary-neighbors/

night,

dawn

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Teeny tiny numbers still mean something, no matter how small and insignificant they seem, fractional to the world as a whole.

Big giant world!–and the more you subtract from it–minus one little boy, minus one little girl–the sadder and sadder it gets.  Whoever says one person doesn’t make a difference?  When in your heart, there’s holes that grow bigger, holes that fill in with cement, holes that count the days of life with the tick-tick-tick of a kid learning to count on their fingers.

I’se one.

I’se two.

I’m fwee.

Check out the preview of my latest short story “Zero One Zero One One One” posted at Big Lucks in preparation for Issue #6.  Check it out, then pre-order a hard copy of this great magazine.  http://www.biglucks.com/dawn-wilson/

Pre-Order here: http://biglucks.bigcartel.com/product/bl-6

night,

dawn

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That’s right, boys and girls, you can learn not to be stupid! All you gots to do is open yer eyes and blink twice per minute and keep yer ears and nose plugged tight.

We’ve all written essays about our summer vacation… if you could go back and write any essay of your choice, what would it be?  Darla chose a different stance.  Read it now at Feathertale.com.  “And I Had to Write an Essay with All the Argumentative Parts in Place” might just give you the giddy nightmares that you didn’t finish your homework and you’ve got a French test next period.  Check out my latest story here: http://feathertale.com/short-fiction/and-i-had-to-write-an-essay-with-all-the-argumentative-parts-in-place/

night,

dawn

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Over the river

Through the woods

Halfway to Shanghai and still digging

And by now, doncha wish you’d packed lighter?

You bet your bippy, my sweetie-pants!

There’s always a one or a two peeps in the world, be it mother or brother or lover, who’s clamped to your ankles like a rock on a balloon, and you’re just gonna keep falling and falling and falling until you go thud at the bottom in a hot speckled lava lamp called Heck (censored).  You’ve just gotta take the initiative to shake ’em off, and realize, they may have your best interests at heart, but they’re still your one-way ticket to see Mr. Satan and swim in his poo.

Check out “And Then it All Went to Heck” by Dawn Wilson, published in Crack the Spine and available here: http://issuu.com/crackthespine/docs/issue_120/6

night,

dawn

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There’s few mysteries in this culture quite like how to make love endure.  You meet.  The heart palpitates. You sweat a lot.  You worry you said the wrong thing.  You mix up the physical with the mental.  You resent a lot.  You get married somewhere in there, eventually, either because it seems like a good idea or because there’s a two-for-one special going on.  You resent some more.  And finally you opt for a good old-fashioned lobotomy!  (Don’t we all?)

For more on how to get a gal to worship your feetsies forever and ever, check out my short story “A Beautiful Candy Shell” published by Curbside Splendor in this month’s issue.  It’s available at: http://issuu.com/curbsidesplendor/docs/cs_e-zine_july_2014/0

night,

dawn

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When you’re obsessed with your progeny, you do amazing things.  Woman lifts car off toddler!

When you’re obsessed with your progeny, you do stupid things.  Mother Twitters hateful messages to child’s classmates!

But having children is the Number One symbol that you have succeeded in being a human being.  (Though there is no test, an often there is much alcohol and memory loss involved in the process.)  And attacking a child who pushes your kid down on the playground and gouging out said child’s eyes?  That’s seen as cute, forgivable, a little overprotective–but wouldn’t every good parent do that?

I get asked to engage in the production of (illegitimate) children All The Time–and not by men soliciting sex, but by family members who are desperate to prove that I’m a “Good Kid”.

Desperation drives you to do silly things.  Check out “A Deterrent” published by Hobo Pancakes, available here: http://www.hobopancakes.com/tag/dawn-wilson/

night,

dawn

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Man to Woman: I can’t talk to you; I’ll get arrested.

Woman: (sashaying and silent)

Man to Woman: I can’t talk to you; I’ll get arrested.

Woman: (bending to pluck a spring flower)

Man to Woman: I can’t talk to you; I’ll get arrested.

Woman: (skipping, bouncing…)

Man to Woman: Don’t you realize we’re not allowed to fraternize?!

Woman: (staring at the sky through her lashes)

Man to Woman: I can’t even look at you; I’ll get arrested!

Woman: (wanders off)

Man to Woman: Stop being Woman!!!!

 

To keep one from the other, to keep them both apart, to save the world, to stop the procreation, to cease all contact.  Check out my latest short story in Defenestration: A Literary Magazine Dedicated to Humor, at: http://www.defenestrationmag.net/2014/04/shes-a-far-gone-other-species-ralph-by-dawn-wilson/.  Because the truth is, she has, and always will be, a far-gone other species.

night,

dawn

 

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I read recently that the surest way to get a student to turn off is to tell them only the facts of what we do know for sure.  At which point, all you start to think is that everything is already known and you’ll never be able to add your own two cents.  But the way to truly engage a person is to let them know just how little we do know, in the grand scheme. (See Person to Person: The Problem of Being Human” by Barry Stevens)

Isn’t this idea the same as telling everyone that every story has been written and every song has been sung?  There is nothing new you can contribute, ever, so WHY BOTHER?

To which I rise up and say, I’m tired of being told No!  I’m tired of being told That’s not Possible.  I’m exhausted by the idea of Return on Investment.  I’m nauseated by the people who say why bother reaching out you’ll never do anything worthwhile give it up there is no future the world sucks.

You know what makes me exuberant?  You know what makes me gleeful?  It’s definitely not the sourpusses who sag into their spinny work chairs with a sigh and their shoulders slumped and their chin to their chest and don’t even try to be a good Eyeore about it.  The things that are exciting are the fact that pandas play, for fun, that children are sick and twisted and that’s before we fill their heads with nonsense, the idea of collaboration and passion and people who wake up in the morning ready to DO something, regardless of the return on their investment.

The entire State around me is filled with people who believe in Nothing and who devalue the idea that there is any other way to live.

I say: Believe.  Believe in EVERYTHING.  I don’t care how ridiculous it is, just have total faith that the fairies got into your carburator or that your tree is depressed and that’s why it’s shedding its leaves.  Because the alternative is to sit there like a Scrooge laughing only when someone else fails and you see them bleed.  Ho ho ho, you suck and I knew it all along.

Welcome to the Generation of the Disenchanted.

But guess what?  They’re not welcome here.  Because here, anything is possible.  All you have to do is open your eyes and realize that It Is So.

Check out my latest short story, “God in the Abstract,” published by Eunoia Review and available at: http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2014/02/02/god-in-the-abstract/

night,

dawn

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There comes a point when you’re so far deep inside your own head that you look out just like the groundhog once a year and maybe you don’t recognize anything at all like it’s an entire alien world that descended while you slept.  Everything is removable and it’s a debate what is real or Real or “realistic” or quite possibly imaginary.

For those of you who are…

Or are going…

Or have been…

Slightly…

Permanently…

Exorbitantly…

Irrevocably…

Loo-loo with a can of beans and no spoon–

Check out MadHat #15: “Eye on the World”, the Annual collection of experimental fiction over at MadHat Lit, and in particular, delve into my piece, “Atlas, Holding Out”, available online at: http://madhattersreview.com/issue15/fiction_wilson.shtml

night,

dawn

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