A literary darling in her redheaded glory. She blew her nose in the pages of a book that she had no intention of ever reading. But without a pretty mind a pretty girl will never find a good love interest. She knew this and hung on tight to her supposedly smart boyfriend while pretending to enjoy the band playing because she thought he did. He ( Read more... )

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A snowfall sheds its skin. The oval of wooden fence burrows brown legs in parallel lines. Cows lull the grass into a furrowed mattress. A dormant tractor gathers moss on its blades. A sparrow yawns over the lawn under her nest. Empty chairs stare at each other from the floor of a dusty porch. The stables shiver and the horses rub their plush ( Read more... )

She would be the focus. A girl is always worth writing for. Which is what I have been doing for the past year. A model I met on a Sunday afternoon. I took her back to my apartment and she undressed for me. She thought I was a famous artist. I was certainly no artist and was not yet famous. I wrote about her with a pencil in big looping ( Read more... )

This dog stared out the window late at night. Family passed by, laughed at him, wondering what he thought he was seeing. They turned out the lights. They all went to bed. But this dog is not tired and he does not want to stop looking ( Read more... )

Maple grinned. A patch of trees beat down the heat. Shun it, fan it, wave it with those wavy arms. I am sunk on the porch in the shadow of a rocking chair and swaying with the branches. Tea boils inside like maple trees on fire. Their leaves. A child on a bicycle starts down the street. Wind chases after. They meet at a stopsign and go ( Read more... )

Blueberry red, a marigold, a marshmallow, an out of place perfectly placed line of causerie, an embrace, a palm beside a carousel, a circus performer on fire, a glove inside a ferris wheel, an eye, a note passed under a door, a novel all at once, a memory not so strong, you, a love so strong, a football ticket, an upside down photograph, a year ago ( Read more... )

These languages cut tongues. Perpendicular nouns above parallel lungs. The architecture of speech. A disaster. My crashing vocabulary. Nonsense plots. I've been trying to tell you too many things at once. You have been in love with silence and I have forgotten what it was. I let you read me. Your hand heals with its grammatical touch. You ( Read more... )

Rumy listened to a black snake singing a peculiarity from a palm tree top. It wasn't a hiss so much as a sort of whisper and song. A December sea hushed in folded lips with shivers. Wind brought salt from it so thick that the grains were almost snowflakes. No bodies or voices stood in the way except for that of Rumy's and the snake's. She kept ( Read more... )

I've been waiting for the bus for two days, now. The bus stop is under water. The bus is not coming. I'm under water. I'm never leaving. There's a homeless man with a sign that proclaims the end of the world. He's floating facedown next to it and I've been laughing hysterically at him for the past hour because for God's sake, something has to ( Read more... )