{"quotes":[{"text":"I felt old. Again. It had been happening a lot lately. I did not live the life of an old lady, but I could hear it beckoning to me, like a mermaid on a rock.'— Michelle Tea, 'Paris: A.","author":"Clint Catalyst","tags":["aging","anthology","clint-catalyst","editors","experimental","first-person-narrative","lgbt-literature","michelle-tea","queer"],"id":6271,"author_id":"Clint+Catalyst"},{"text":"We do not know if she collapsed because of overwhelming joy, extreme surprise, grave disappointment, or heavy anxiety that for the next months and years she would live with a human male, because in fact she had been honest when she told her girlfriends that she had given up on men, OR NONE OF THE ABOVE.","author":"Kyoko Yoshida","tags":["anthology","asian-literature","booksactually","disappointment","feelings","gold","gold-standard","ireadbooksactually","losing-hope","men","prose","short-stories","singapore-literature","surprise","women"],"id":6493,"author_id":"Kyoko+Yoshida"},{"text":"From 'Lunchtime At The Justice Cafe' :The waitress snarled a grin that lasted just long enough to show a mouthful of stained yellowed teeth, then turned suddenly serious. “‘Course I’m not the one to talk about these folks, I ‘spose. You see, I used to do a bit of eavesdroppin’ in my day before the sheriff put a stop to that.” \u2028\u2028She lifted the stringy blond hair from the side of her face, the opposite side from where she had hidden her pencil. There was a small hole about the size of a quarter where her ear should have been. “As you can see, Mr. McAllister, Sheriff Sweet puts a fairly high price on mindin’ your own business in Justice,” she added, refilling his cup. “You want some pie?”.","author":"Kenneth C. Goldman","tags":["anthology","fried-food","goldman","horror"],"id":46469,"author_id":"Kenneth+C.+Goldman"},{"text":"To tell others thatIt is a rumor Will not do. When your own heart asks How will you respond?","author":"Gosen Wakashū","tags":["anthology","japanese-poetry","waka","wisdom"],"id":46867,"author_id":"Gosen+Wakash%C5%AB"},{"text":"I asked of the limitless sunshineHow to shine with the dawn's glowing light;No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, 'Burn bright!","author":"K. Balmont","tags":["anthology","books","dawn","fire","inspirational","life","light","nature","poetry","poetry-love","poetry","russia","soul","sun","sunshine"],"id":60870,"author_id":"K.+Balmont"},{"text":"As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.","author":"A.F. Stewart","tags":["af-stewart","anthology","classic-literature","mechanical","science-fiction","steampunk"],"id":75158,"author_id":"A.F.+Stewart"},{"text":"If, as Max Weber contended, science, modernity and rationalism have disenchanted the world and swept it clean of gods, spirits and magic (or, at least, problematised believing in them), then psychedelics offer a potential way out of the ensuing existential impasse. -Andy Letcher.","author":"Cameron Adams","tags":["anthology","consciousness","psychedelics"],"id":103211,"author_id":"Cameron+Adams"},{"text":"The world became informed about the extent of the catastrophe and the losses by the big powers eclipsed the numbers of Estonias who perished. When counting Hitler's victims there was no interest in Stalin's victims. Stalin belonged among the victors. Since victors are not judged, a half century later it is still ignored that the number of Stalin's victims exceeds Hitler's (Applebaum 2003). In addition, only rarely does one hear references to the fact that Soviet union0s criminal acts have not been expiated.","author":"Rutt Hinrikus","tags":["anthology","estonian","history"],"id":142381,"author_id":"Rutt+Hinrikus"},{"text":"Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies,” Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray.“You weren't saying that last night,” Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. “In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth,” he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room.Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips.Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss.~ From the Heart.","author":"Elaine White","tags":["anthology","cello","friendship","gay","lgbt","love","mm","music","notes","novel","relationship","romance","short-stories"],"id":174580,"author_id":"Elaine+White"},{"text":"Jaxton smiled and caught his hand, holding it tight in both of his. “Are you burnt out? Is it all too much?” he asked, getting straight to the root of the matter, in one go.“Yes,” he sighed, hating that it was true.“Then you'll stay home.”“You know I can't. It's impossible,” Roman complained about the unfairness of it all.He was due to return to the studio in two days times, to finalise the tracks he'd recorded yesterday. Then he had to sit down with Jalen next week, to pick out a new piece of his artwork for the next album cover. And two weeks after that, he had three interviews with three different music channels, to film.“Try telling that to Ben.” Jaxton winked at him, then ducked down to kiss him.~ From the Heart.","author":"Elaine White","tags":["anthology","cello","friendship","gay","lgbt","love","mm","music","notes","novel","relationship","romance","short-stories"],"id":191628,"author_id":"Elaine+White"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":26,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}