A Delayed Friday the 13th Spooky Special

September 19th, 2019

Apologies, Lovers of Literature. On the actual Friday the 13th, I was too busy watching the horrors of history to remember to post.

Keep surfing through thoughout this Fall for the last installments of ATLAS: vol 1. Bogotá, CO, followed by The Art of Sustaining a Still Popular Website in an Age of Social Media.

And, as promised, here is a spooky special publication:

Playground Graveyard

“Ralphie,” his mother called.  “Suppertime, come on in.”

Ralph left his playground and went inside his mother’s house, on the lot back of the graveyard, to wash the dirt from his hands and knees.

“What on Earth were you doing out there to make yourself so dirty?” his mother cried.

“Just digging.”

“What?  Did you say digging?”

“I’m digging a hole to China.”

“Ralphie, I don’t want you digging back there no more.”

“Why, mommy?  It’s not hard, there are spots where the dirt is soft and brown.  It’s easy digging there.”

“I don’t want you playing out back, Ralph, not anymore at all.”

“But what about my new friends.  You always say I should make more friends.”

“New friends?” the alarm grew in the bottom of her stomach.

“I wanna see my new friends.  There’s Princess Longnails and Mr. Greyface and Dr. Wormeyes.”

“Oh Mercy, child.”

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Bogotanos in the Rain

September 18th, 2019



They are well prepared for this rain, the Bogotanos.  It occurs every day, around this time.  Most have umbrellas, slickers, or plastic ponchos down to the knees– or two of the three.  A bicyclist wears such a poncho, with a cap beneath her helmet. 

Pedestrians without huddle beneath bus stop shelters or overhanging ledges of buildings.




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ATLAS: vol.1 Bogotá, CO– Crossing the Streets

September 8th, 2019



Always an adventure, crossing a Bogotano street.  The cars, motorcycles, bicycles and pedestrians seem to intuit through traffic, coming within inches of each other.

Carrera 14 mostly has green walk signals on separate posts from the traffic lights– a green silhouette, which starts to flash when only seconds remain– but Carrera 11 mostly does not.  Even when the cars have a red light, watch out for right and left turners.  Cars do slow when a pedestrian is in their way, but not very much.  And we pedestrians will pick up our feet and hustle when a car or bike is quickly oncoming.  A car turning is a better bet to cross than a pause in the traffic.




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And the Winners Are…

September 2nd, 2019



Thank you for joining us on Defenestrationism.net
for
the 2019 !Short Story Contest!


Without further delay,

The Grand Prize Winner is
“Rain” by Sue Mitchell

and Runner-ups
“Tommaso” by Nickolas Urpí
and
“Life will be and so the world” by Nikky Jain.

view How the Judges Voted.


Your Fan Favorites were:

“Tommaso” by Nickolas Urpí
with 1451 votes,
with runner-ups
“Seedlings” by W.T. Patterson
with 591 votes
and
“Rain” by Sue Mitchell
with 561 votes.

So !Congradulations!
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What a marvelous contest this has been.

Fan Voting was as tight as it ever has been– especially for the first week. And then, although one clear favorite pulled well ahead, remained just as tight for the second two slots till the very end.

And our contest traffic has been outstanding,
with 1557 Fan Votes
(remember, each of these 15-hundred votes cast result in three votes each).

Since finalists were announced on June 23rd,
we’ve had 4,346 page views from 1,004 unique IPs.

There were 456 visits in one day, September 1st,
and 107 unique IPs surfed through on August 20th, alone.

409 unique IPs hit us 2,207 times during fan voting




So remember us next time, Lovers of Literature–
every Labor Day, (US), and every MLK Day, (US),
we announce winners for our twice annual fiction contests.

Fan voting is always, always open for two weeks before,
ending the Sunday of those Holiday weekends.

Be sure to check our outstanding Fall publications lineup,
as we post them every Sunday.

And, as poet Thomas Sayers Ellis once inscribed in my copy of his book RACE, INC.
“Whatever you do, don’t stop.”




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Final Day of Fan Voting

September 1st, 2019


The last hours of Fan Voting are upon us,
ending at 11:59, Eastern Standard Time.

!Vote Now!

All Judge votes are in, and
the Winners
will be announced sometime tomorrow.



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ATLAS: vol.1 Bogotá, CO–Granadilla Fruit

September 1st, 2019


A dark, ruddy orange rind pops open under pressure from our hands, revealing a thick white middle layer, inside which dark seeds within a gelatinous grey ooze.  Tastes of passion fruit!  Cheers.





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Last few days of Fan Voting…

August 30th, 2019


Fan Voting for the
2019 !Short Story Contest!
ends this Sunday, at 11:59 pm, Eastern.

You fantastic
Lovers of Literature
have already voted 605 times.
One finalist has pulled significantly ahead,
but the other two slots are most close, indeed.
So vote now, and vote often.

Further more, during the last eleven days of fan voting,
with only two and a half days left,
Defenestrationism.net has received:
1,584 hits
from 354 unique IPs.



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ATLAS: vol.1 Bogotá, CO– Getting lost in the Centro Comerciál

August 29th, 2019

The rock band passing by, on the way to practice it looks, causes me to sit and write.  The singer, obviously, wears black pants and a tight black T-shirt, his glossy, black hair down past his shoulders.  The others, significantly taller than the singer, and walking with far less swagger, carry guitars in black cases.  One is small– and probably acoustic– another very flat– an electric guitar.  The last– whose bearer walks slightly behind the rest– is longer and also flat, a bass guitar.

Getting lost is not the best idea in this town.  But, I am told, el Centro Commerciál, just southwest of the expensive shopping district of the Zona Rosa, is tame enough during the day.

A man in all blue– sky blue, a light fabric, long sleeved– sits and leans effeminately against another man, both looking at the same cellular.  I fear I stare too long, as he looks up at me with a slightly concerned look on his long and thin face, so I nod my head swiftly and go about my business.  My business of getting lost.

Perhaps I am slightly too lost, so I soon regress back north from whence I came.  I recognize the Bogotá Beer Company, and order a sandwich and a Cerveza Roja.  The beer comes first.  Then, arrives a meatball sub.  It is about 11:50 in the morning.  

I apply sunblock, and head back into the busy, now sunny street.  Folks walk swiftly, here, without too much regard for personal space, but with never a jostling.  It is permitted to make eye-contact with these strangers on the street, but saying pardon me does not seem to occur.

Andres gives me some sealed in wrapper Fruticas sweets– which I do not eat– and I donate 4 million Colombian pesos for his son, Santiago.  It amounts to just over a dollar.  He offers to sell me cocaine– which I also do not want.  His poem is all I care for.

Men in suits, youths in sweatshirts and leather jackets, women in pants, often long sweaters, a security policeman with dog: a blind man scrapes his cane, by far the least swift walker among us.  Even the man hauling a pushcart pilled high with produce walks swifter than he.




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ATLAS: vol.1 Bogotá, CO– Venezuelan Carumba Band

August 27th, 2019


On the median of the busy Calle Ochente y Dos, a Carumba band plays in front of a Venezuelan flag, next to a donations basket. Two drummers to the right, a percussionist with maracas, left, two guitarists in the middle.  All sing.





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ATLAS: vol.1 Bogotá, CO– Stray Dog Almost Hit by Truck

August 26th, 2019



A casual trot across six lanes ends with but a few feet between that twelve-foot high, four-wheel, dirty, white truck and this dirty, dirty golden mutt with the black nose.  Lucky, perro.  Or maybe talented.




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