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Our Brand of Freedom

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we’re going to tell you how to be

democratic. would you like to know?

we’ve thought long and hard around

a table down the local,

swilling our beer,

crunching our salt ’n’ vinegar crisps

to a dull, clucking mulch

and we have the solution:

it’s just like ours

 

and we’re going to tell you.

we’re going to tell you about

freedom, about culture, about

the freedom to be cultured,

the way we do it. why waste

time and energy on your own,

rebelling, dying for it, bartering

whatever you have for it?

you can be just like us

 

and then

you won’t need to run from us anymore.

 

 

Platform Magazine, issue 2009 -- download

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Dear readers,

We are proud to present this very special issue of Platform Magazine to all our e-zine readers across the globe!
In this 30-page digital magazine, you'll be able to read previously unpublished articles, interviews, short stories, and poems. 

As you will see, two short stories continue on our e-zine: Kim Shipman's "Tigers in the Snow" and Krina Huisman's "Mr. Geist And His Body".  


Enjoy your reading and make sure to browse our e-zine for additional material!

Best regards,

Platform Magazine Board

Download the special issue of Platform Magazine here: Platform Magazine, issue 2009

Last Updated ( Monday, 08 June 2009 15:58 )
 

Mr Geist And His Body -- continued

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... Continued from the magazine ...

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Does it hurt?’
     ‘No, but I’d rather look away.’
     ‘I have never had a body.’
     ‘Be glad. It is repulsive to see four strangers rummaging through your insides.’
     ‘…with your consent.’
     ‘How in the world could I have known that I was actually going to see it all myself?’
     ‘Of course you could not have known, Mr Geist. No sign. No sound. No symbol. No ironic

     use of name...’
     ‘Ha!’

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Tigers In The Snow -- continued

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  ... Continued from the magazine ...

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       Cynthia races to work after class. Speeding down the narrow, New England road,  she rationalizes the need to stop for something that a inner urge relentlessly demands. Technically, she tells herself, she is not late for work, she is taking on extra hours because; her charge has vacation. The mother should be grateful to her; instead, it is the mother who acts like she is the one who is truly extending herself by remaining home for a “singing” class. Further down the curvy street is a pharmacy drive-through window, built for the crippled, the rushed, and the lazy. Cynthia feels all three and turns sharply into the lot.

            With the small purchase tucked away in her coat pocket, Cynthia lingers outside her employer’s door. Trough the side window, she spies the boy packing away his violin. There is the relentless melody in her head; one she wishes to protect. She’s avoiding the ticking clock inside the house. The ticking clock owns her. The mother pulls the door open.

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