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That’s what it was. 6 Aug 2013 | 11:41 pm
If you have ever come to read and love my words, know that you have touched me. Please know that. I am, as always, short on plans and strategies. I am off to write in private for a while . . . to w...
Stitching 31 Jul 2013 | 11:50 pm
There was once a woman of alone who died, and those who were left to tend to the details of her absence stood over her almost nude body as their attention was directed by a stranger, “What do you know...
Whatevs . . . 28 Jul 2013 | 06:18 am
Texts without much context . . . Me: I wish I was there at this moment. Not the whole trip, mind you. Just this moment. She: Did you see? Me: Yes, I watched the u-stream. I love you so much. So pro...
Scraped silence 25 Jul 2013 | 01:14 am
He saw it shimmer in the late afternoon sun as its enormity slipped away, saw the silver flat-bounced sunburst float in his rear-view mirror for an instant, had an eerie surreal sense of the impossibl...
Tourniquet of hope 21 Jul 2013 | 09:06 pm
She gathers up a few loose strands of hair and spins them around her finger. She winds the hair gently at first, delighting in the softness of its glossy caramel shine, but then more tightly, so that ...
The last duck of emptiness 19 Jul 2013 | 04:19 am
She stubbed out another cigarette and read her past in the collected butted filth. Seventeen. The greed of him left her breathless . . . it was like right up until that moment when he grabbed for he...
The magnetic pull of stupid 16 Jul 2013 | 07:56 pm
Somewhere in Washington, about 50 miles north of my last sip of coffee . . . and I need to pee. I scan the roadside signage, trying to come up with a reason to stop that would just coincidentally invo...
A small bit of less 15 Jul 2013 | 09:48 am
I say, “If I told you I spent far too much time today imagining the brush of your fingers against my temple, would you think less of me?” You say, “I could never think less of you.” I say, “Wait. Do...
A dress of peelings 10 Jul 2013 | 11:10 pm
I am on the edge of my family, a small bit apart. Upset with them, but not really. Upset with myself. Upset they were here to witness my weakness. I apologize, but I do not forgive myself. I sit at...
Ankle-splashed maturity 3 Jul 2013 | 01:37 am
I shuffle the cards, wincing as I do so, “Ow.” Kallan looks up, “You hurt yourself shuffling cards, Mom? That’s way lame.” Maj is instantly alert, “Did you get a paper cut? Did you bleed on the card...
