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Stories Contributed by Leonora Carrington
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Is there a spider
Waiting tonight
In l go...
But it´s sticky
I am stuck!
Help!
Leonora.
Stories Contributed by Gabriel Weisz-Carrington
The Hat.
A drop of gold fell upon the silly brother
turning him into an archetype.
Sarcasm in a bottle.
Jacob broke into a smile. Sara picked the pieces and glued them
to a white sheet of paper, it flew away.
The Sister.
His sister was curious. What was behind the door? Another door, and behind
that one, a large room with a glove and a hand. The shadow of a gloved hand
pretending to be a moth.
The Scholar.
He woke up with a deep foreboding, coiled around his chest. Never did he imagine
that a few moments from now, he would fall into the cabalistic hole.
Elephant Smile.
Sycophant had a fight with Hierophant, while Hieroglyph was braying."Stop
this bloody rattle", said hierophant, "my head is splitting back in the deep
well of an infant implant."
Dangerous
Johnny ran into his anger
and got terribly bitten.
Family picture
A marble rolled on the floor,
it looked like an eye.
Grandfather dropped it again.
Phantasmata
She opened the door
and knew that he was murdered
by his inner child.
Ghost Story
The dog barked at the mirror,
stopped and the other barked back.
Eyeglass
A firefly burnt his mind.
Ivory Brothers
As Ling yawned
Ming moaned.
Smoke
He lit a cigarette
and vanished.
The Pond
Water diluted his face.
Astrology
The boy gazed at the Pig Moon
and knew she was intelligent.
Hunger
She met with a terrible end,
eaten by her lapdog.
Axiom
He cleaned his house
but there was a shadow left.
Sat alone
Somewhat bored and hesitant.
He remembered his
Former female self.
Then garbage was different
It had the smell of earth
And the warmth of the sun.
His body, corrupt
Speaking the
Language of putrefaction.
His body
A symphony of decay.
Instead of the forbidding
Cities of the past,
With divine creatures
Dressed in drag.
Weaving their way
Into infinite patterns.
Instead of that...
Broken sidewalks
Ruins of a modern city.
Graffiti tattooed
Over the fragile skin of walls.
A dead bird
Poisoned by a chemical banquet.
Traces of blood
>From a recent robbery,
Drug crime
Or self inflicted despair.
This was his kingdom
A fly jewel
Adorned his dirty finger.
Gabriel Weisz
November 2000