The best kind of light is the peek through the blinds type. The prismatic array of color meeting light, almost like it’s trying to play a trick on my eyes. A refraction making the rest of the room feel dull against it…
Read MoreSylvie trotted down the cobblestone path, balancing the basket on his arm. The night breeze grew stronger and he pulled the large blanket closer to him. He turned to Arlene, who followed beside him, and smiled…
Read Moredrunk & black i enter your home, following my mother’s scent. i am the poet’s pretty
wound. a man raised me this way- to move in metaphor.[…]
Whenever I picture the booth in my mind, it’s silent. I don’t know why. Here in the real world, music plays from monitors around the clock, whether or not anyone is here to hear it.[…]
Read MoreA young child approached a weeping willow by a pond one day.
“Weeping willow, you are strong,” the child said. “You do not break. As time continues, you stand tall. So why do you weep?”[…]
Christmas dinner is held at the hip local Asian restaurant. We are pressed shoulder to shoulder, in an image of the chummy family that we try to play. Dolls with hands crafted to hold each other’s in harmony, pleasant smiles painted over cracked porcelain faces.[…]
Read MoreYou’ve left your phone in your apartment, and your work shift starts soon and you’re driving to the gig in Charlotte right after that, so you won’t have time to go back and get it, and would I mind too terribly to go back and pick it up for you?[…]
Read MoreAfter a late night storm, the sky is cloud covered and even though I know stars still exist I imagine a dark world continuing forever. In this darkness I am afraid of so many things I’ve never feared before: the roar of water that drowns out sounds around me, whatever is in the trees that my dog pulls towards, the ground beneath me I can’t see but take for granted.[…]
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