The skull crack violence of an August sky allowed warning, and yet still it trapped. Were they not aware of the overhead boil of the atmosphere, they couldn’t have been less prepared. But they knew. They stepped into the storm together, fingers laced and knuckles white, and stood at the edge of tomorrow as if […]
Read MoreThis spins. Worlds revolve, changing, the shape of every familiarity, metamorphosing into vagabond extensions that stretch across open ground and mingle with those cast from strangers. A walk is sex, the intimate blend of faces and torsos, a shadow’s reach for connection when minds are unaware. The blend of he at the bus stop awaiting […]
Read MoreThe rains left the window screens spattered and dripping long after the storm passed, the humid air allowing droplets to cling as Marcus did to Genevive. Old friends, as they entered his place the crackle of physical chemistry seized them under the shadow-choked orange light spilling through the trees outside, shared experiences melting into greed […]
Read MoreIn her sky, what was this but a cloud enveloping life light? Darkening her clear blue futures with the ugly gray bloom of a past that lingered like hurricane memory, rebuilding and rebuilding but never fully recovering; never calling it a nice day, a fine day, but instead looking at reared wreckage and never seeing […]
Read MoreHe only knew her name, but he’d built worlds and histories around Mary Elena. Maybe that wasn’t even her name, Michael sometimes wondered, mostly when the gin took hold and he gripped the old photo in his wrinkled hand too tight, threatening to finally ruin it, maybe free himself from her stare that had haunted […]
Read MoreThis singular love crosses day and night, storm clouds huddle and spread in the sun. Cast long in light and buried in haze, it dances to the tune of heritage stretching back to Adam in His garden, a melody on the breeze of Nature that swirled around Eve and her awakening sex. And somewhere long […]
Read MoreMaybe he’s dead. That explains the inaction, the indecision; the inability to agree but instead lay in cold silence and stare long into the dark as tears collect in a pool around his rigor. Beautifully corrupt, like rot creeping into mid-summer blooms, he’s unkind wind promising storms for thirsty hearts and instead bringing razor sands […]
Read MoreI seen you there. Riding high like an electric wire strung tight between two failing telephone poles. Buzzing high as you was pulled in two by the circumstance of your errant heart, the gravity of life pull, pull, pulling at your prominence and begging you to fizzle and snap short in puddles collecting like dreams […]
Read MoreWalk this world. Break days into eggshell hours and horsehair minutes, leaving the coarseness of seconds along like a breadcrumb trail back to youth. Whistle. Cloud guess. Build forts. Hide. Run so fast to nowhere with no one waiting; with no agenda demanding arrival and obligation just a word that sounds like a boardgame with […]
Read More“How long is it going to stand like that?” asked O’Mally as if Gabriel’s statue decided to stand beside the duck pond and wasn’t placed there by Ethan. “As long as it needs to be,” Ethan said in a low voice, squinting against the afternoon sun’s glimmer off the water. “As long as it’s useful.” […]
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