The Ocean and the Rock are the oldest of friends. To the two of them it seems as if they’ve known each other forever, but this is not so. The Rock was born first, rolling in from some nearby, unseeable corner of space. She had taken her time, rolling around in stardust and emptiness and […]
Read More The Ocean and The Rock
Last night I had this dream : I went to a coffee shop downtown to work on The Next Great American Novel and suddenly, to my right, I notice a weathered, sad man staring blankly down into a cup of coffee and jim beam. His white hair is in stark disarray, his eyes purple and […]
Read More Bernie Girl
The other night I sat out in the way-back of my friend’s house and watched the night fall. All At Once there were hundreds of fireflies, maybe thousands of them in the trees surging up from within the infant dark. We couldn’t see the trees, only the inky black and their lights flashing rapidly, brilliantly, […]
Read More The Real Deal
it was probably a king back wherever it came from its colors rushed up in a gradient from a deep plum to a red that was a slap in the face it probably lived at the top of the tree getting all the sunlight free from the human things below that destroyed its peers wherever […]
Read More autumnal feelings
And she found, as she sat near it at the window, that she truly did hate the thing. She had grown up very used to the absence of people in her life: her father, who had raised her himself after her mother split, had done more working than staying home and she had always been too cold to make many friends or find love, wherever it was. This ugly, lifelike thing seemed to almost breathe. It sat there with far too much presence for the woman to be comfortable. She regarded it with mild disdain and said, as if to a living person “Don’t look that way, don’t look so tragic and comfortable in my window. I hate you and I’ll have you gone before the week is out.” She paused as if waiting for a rebuttal, but the statue merely looked on as if she hadn’t said anything important at all.
Read More A Light in the Window, a Fire in the Hearth
A week after returning home, Ada helped her father clear away her mother’s presence. Clothes and shoes were put into boxes in the basement, her paintings–endless bleak desertscapes–were carefully wrapped and stored. The only thing allowed to stay was her dresser, with all of her perfumes and lotions still on top. They did, however, move this into Ada’s room, because even though her father couldn’t look at it all the time, he still wanted to every so often. Ada kept the dresser in her room but never touched a single piece of her mother’s finery. The perfumes, combs and hairbrushes went untouched because she didn’t want to make her father even sadder by walking around looking and smelling like her mother. How much help she was, Ada didn’t know because every now and then she would find her father sitting at the dresser and holding the different perfumes near his nose.
Read More The Prince & Queen (Part 3)
walking down the road Alone at night I see heaps of broken furniture dark, aromatic sodden fractured beautiful bones of a long-dead creature worn smooth from the short span where they got to be part of a life but holding the long sweet aching memory of the Tree without understanding why I carefully pick through […]
Read More there’s something sad about it
it is because of you that I have taken up shovel and spade and hoe and scraped and speared the ground until I began to sink into it deep, deep, until I began to sink into it and the rain has begun to fall and the rain has begun to fall and I have dug […]
Read More the hole
Ada turned to stare at him. Silhouetted by the fire she looked even smaller and frailer than before. Her eyes were hard and bright, though, and she didn’t seem at all warmed or amused by him. For a full minute she stared hard at him, then she crossed her arms and sat back down at his table. The thought crossed his mind that Ada was really just a terrified, lost kid, holding all that feeling inside with tight seams. Another moment of silence passed and just as he was about to say something awkwardly encouraging, her stomach growled loudly.
Read More The Prince & Queen (Part 2)