To where would you run if, by chance, you drew from the deck of unknown fates a card of great mercy and were thereupon released, untethered from the pendulum of drudgery Where would you flee to dashing madly on raw feet ecstatic, disbelieving in the fate you by chance chose Have you a secret destination…
we gypsum boarded the plane laughing like the hooligans we were as stewardesses prepared for a sea adventure in the sky pinch the butt of your lit cigarette girlfriend or you’ll get pushed off into smog clouds I walked through the aisle barrier into first class immediately everyone looked away and held their breath what…
To wake is to rise from the glue pool–it requires overcoming the pull of sinking into the kitchen for breakfast dishes; these, often left unwashed the night before. For minutes after standing the glue mask still clings to the body, dripping. Consumption of caffeinated water accelerates glue decomposition; this can be accomplished even before understanding…
Descending a slope of modest decline, I observed my feet tumbling ahead upon the frozen ground. I judged my pedestrian display to be of fine form, the cartwheeling whorl of shin, knee, and foot spinning smoothly along the ice and snow. When, eventually, I stood asleep at rest and level, I spied on one stagnant…
My daughter, Daisy, has folded flower petals into bullets. “For origami class in school today,” she says, adding, “I prefer petals to paper.” They lay before her on the table; supple, halcyon growths, plucked and delicately arranged into symbols of violence, proudly displayed for my inspection. Pink ones, blue, and bright yellow, their colors recall…
when the bank would default on its loan, we dined on bowls of snow and no, it wasn’t cocaine, but, rather, the seasonal stuff, which falls from the clouds we’d send out the little ones to go scoop it up by the road “mind the traffic,” we’d say, “and come back in before your fingers…
C) wins. She was want for a liquid. Standing, she left the table for the cupboards. She reached into one, pulled a glass down, and dunked it in the water chest. These thirst-driven actions simultaneously communicated her answer to the question posed, to which he replied, in a more conventional, conversational manner: -Traveling by sea…
1. Feedburner reports a surprising number of people subscribe to this blog. 2. I’ve been reading fiction, which motivates me to write the same. The result? A voter-dictated variant on choose your own adventure. Each Friday I’ll post the letter corresponding to the prior week’s winning plot direction, will elaborate the story in that direction,…
Disabled a victim nest using twigs to fuel the torch light sorting veterans by lost limb sending them back with homeless birds Drew inks in water, led to thirst-battling drinks querying skipper on squid locale diving to retrieve black bladders from tentacle depths replenishing arsenal of bold coloring dyes Converged disparate information removing spaceless places…
On balconies overlooking beach sands iced drinks rest on banisters or in the hands of drinkers who kiss the rim and take a sip just as soon as they’re aware that they are hot again Two drinkers, each in turn, compare the colors of their drinks to that of the surrounding ocean waters and wonder,…