The sky was impossibly blue. Coastal roads carried us past miles of endless beach stretched out like a lover sweetly caressing the oncoming waves. Pearl Jam’s Black mixing with wind, floating out through open windows, this moment– a snapshot of sand between my toes, warm water lapping at my feet, his voice whispering in my […]
Who am I? It’s the question isn’t it? The one everyone asks? The one we can never quite answer because the answer is always changing? I used to think I was ice, all my pieces frozen in stasis. Children change the most yet believe they are solid, whole, immovable. I found myself on back roads driving […]
“Take a picture,” he said, the white tassle of the Santa hat dangling in his eyes. I stared, not wanting him to see the desire hiding beneath my skin. His muscles tensed turning his tattoos into even more grotesque images of skulls and goblins, but I had always thought those pictures beautiful because they lived […]
I keep trying to be myself but I always end up being someone else or something else. The dirt gives way and I’m am a tumble of slips and gasps and reaches. My toes slip through the frigid air and I’m caught between you and now and it’s a mystery that finds only mismatched puzzle […]
The tea and toast were stone-cold, but she didn’t notice. How could she, when he was there? His shadow wavered in the evening gloom, flickering against the striped wallpaper of the parlor. Jane sat, transfixed by the movement near the window. Her skin had broken out in goose flesh as the eerie phantom danced in […]
I wrote you a story about a red balloon that escaped from a carnival show. It had always imagined a life on the road, twisting and tumbling through a world made of wishes, but it could never escape the clutches of the clowns, their white painted faces and dirt painted hands gripping and curling his […]
The tarmac glistened under the afternoon sun. She could see heat radiating from the ground, a distinct shimmer rising from the blacktop making the world seem shiny and unreal. From her window, Jane saw workers scurrying about with last minute preparations for takeoff. Out there, standing at one of those distant windows, Tom stood, waving […]
How do you hold your knife because I can’t remember and which side of the bed is your favorite? I like the right and I think you like the left. I hate wondering these wonders because I know knowing will never be. But how do you drink your coffee: iced or hot, black or creamy […]
Shards of a shattered mirror sit beneath my bloody feet. I can see an eye, a finger, a slice of skin reflected in broken pieces of a crumbling life. Voices echo through the surrounding darkness, screaming to take another look at a past turned to dust and a future made of ghosts. Each labored breath, […]
Music notes. A guitar riff–slow, fluid– plays heartbeats in the background. Stomach spins, bubbles building to a head-spinning high, and hot tears sting her eyes, a burning longing threatening to escape. She looks at him, sighs, steps outside for a smoke, memories of another sultry music man buried again. Written in response to the Weekly […]
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An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
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