Language Barriers, Fiction

Raul was new. He didn’t speak English; Rebecca knew little Spanish.

Rebecca reviewed roots and stems, common nouns and verbs. Tenses. Raul worked hard and followed his tutor’s instructions. The two high schoolers often laughed together.

One day, Raul brought her flowers. Rebecca kissed him. Maybe words weren’t always needed.

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May 12, 2023·edited May 12, 2023Liked by Justin Deming

DIRECT LINE, prose poem

The roots of my ancestors lie 1,000 years deep within the frozen soil of Norway.

The Heimskringla, a saga of kings, tells of the sturdy stems of Vikings - fearless, prideful and rapacious.

Would they be disappointed to learn that their DNA now flowers in me — the least of all warriors?

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Generations: Fiction

When I was a child, my grandmother said that her backyard rhurbarb patch—from root to stalk to stem—was sacred. She said, "It's always been there. My grandmother spoke of it. Her grandmother spoke of it. So when it flowers, I remember that it has always flowered for us."

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The Marriage Stem

Flower was beautiful, reaching at the sun. Root was sturdy, pulling at nourishment.

A storm came: wind blew, rain fell. Flower was afraid, but Root held tight. The storm passed, and Flower was safe.

Stem connected them: Flower beauty and joy; Root strength and stability. Each essential to the whole.

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Growth Spurt, Fiction

Livvy sat beside the wilted plant.

“It's not growing.”

“Maybe the stem is too weak," her mother said.

Livvy nodded and left, returning with a stick.

She tied the stem to the plant and watered it deeply, down to the roots.

Days passed.

First came buds, then a flower bloomed.

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Calc 2 - Straight up memoir 😂

My fingers were flying over the buttons of my TI-84 Plus. My eyes flitted from the pencil scrawled across my page to the calculator cursor. My heart dropped. There, between the x squared and the cosine, was supposed to be a square root. My integral was ruined. Thirty minutes wasted.

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Mom's Garden, Fiction

Teddy leaned over and held the dahlia’s stem like a microphone with both hands as if to serenade the audience. He swung flower up high to pronounce "I did it myyyy waaayy." I wasn't sure if I should be impressed or concerned or both when I heard mom yelling, “TEDDY!!”.

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May 12, 2023·edited May 12, 2023Liked by Justin Deming

Subterranean by nature? Nurture? The roots of George’s behavior stem from childhood – flowering forty odd years later. George rarely requests – scolded as a boy for, “May I have (_____), please?” And, timely as a Bulova clock because, “Can’t you see we’re running late?” Awakening, he chooses which blooms he keeps.

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The Crazy Girl With The Paper Flower Tongue, Fiction

His memory from the first night they met was an amber haze for the most part.

Although he did remember her appetite for eating flowers from an upturned vase.

He had no inkling that she, The Crazy Girl With The Paper Flower Tongue, would be the one to fix him.

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(Fiction, 50w)


-Yanks pissed about that Mets hat? Some seek-

-Nay. People read backasswards... Connor?

-What’s your wildest N.Y. moment?

-That river plane-landing. Saw it televised, but must’ve been real.

-Like AJ’s underground tunnels…

-Hawk’s despicable.

-Yo, what craziness Jets fans bringin’?

-Actually, AJ suggested I ‘rewolf’ Central Park.

-Hawk, you menace!

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