Uncut, unedited word vomit from Nanowrimo 2018 Day 1! Eerie. Effervescent. Rank. Imperceptible. E. E. Something else that starts with E. That about sums up the forest. It’s eerie. Especially in November when Raspberry mountain is showered with sleet. The sky is grey. The ground is grey. The ice coming out of the sky and […]Read more "Excerpt 1 from Nanowrimo 2018"
Take the splintered memory of your father beating you from between your mother’s clenched teeth. If you can still hear his voice, go west. You will come to a ditch cradling a dead cat. If his neck is twisted, proceed north. If his belly is split open like a rotten orange under a motorcycle wheel, […]Read more "Direction"
Home scratches at her shingles with tree branch fingers, pulls the air conditioning unit to her moldy, aluminum ribs and keens a whale song of mourning. We found her wandering the tornado snarled wild three months ago, empty and starving. We fed her pieces of dining room table, gas key fireplaces, and cast iron bathtubs, […]Read more "Home"
They carried the baby bird wrapped in a yellow, flowered handkerchief. Its eyes bulged behind their closed lids and its prickly down barely covered the stubs of its wings. The wrinkly peach flesh was damp with perspiration and plant juice. It choked and twitched feebly, beak broken open. “We’re going to operate now,” said the little girl […]Read more "Little Girls"
Three Line Tales week 138 Writing prompt by Sonya at Only 100 Words Photo Credit: photo by Sven Scheuermeier via Unsplash Note: I wanted to take advantage of all the space and brightness in the photo. Thank’s Sonya!Read more "When the Power’s Out"
Body is a road. Body is a moment on the road. Body is a cell without a nucleus and hemolyzed skin in a moment on the road. Body is a molecule of oxygen inside a cell without a nucleus and hemolyzed skin in a moment on the road. Body is a molecule of oxygen inside […]Read more "Blood Connection"
The pigeon made mistakes. —Frida Kahlo, The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait When I wasn’t working or fucking my boyfriend I was either standing in a queue or walking around the space between Reading Jail and Jackson’s Corner. I never reluctantly stood in a queue. The space between Reading Jail and Jackson’s […]Read more "This One Pigeon"