The sun finally winks out, pulled down by the architecture of thunderheads that slide east and grow like civilization returning. All turns orange and violet, and the night-hawks swing on pendulums in the following dust, gorging themselves on the refugee insects fleeing the cataclysm of the plow. The breeze cools significantly, but you feel it only in your sweat-soaked shirt, and maybe in your hair; your sun-reddened skin still seethes as do your legs, straddling the cacophonic heat. The tractor… Continue
Added by JP on July 29, 2008 at 11:14am —
I finished early, new wire and straight posts reflecting the reddening sun, and with a bleeding hand around a sweating High Life, I drove south slow enough to hear the sandstone crumble. On the alfalfa just this side of Billy's place, they were already at it again, chasing scattered windrows with a cabless tractor and a rattle-trap, Depression-era rake. The dust of it all hung orange and sweet in the fading light, sticking to my still-damp forehead and the back of my neck. Three miles below the… Continue
Added by JP on July 29, 2008 at 11:10am —
You took all of my words in your giant, warm palms and coveted them like the best kept secret. You cradled them against yourself, holding them tightly as if they were your own; they could not escape and you did not want to set them free. I happily imagined them there, growing and taking root, your breath their fresh air and your power their strength; if words could fly these would have left the nest for you cherished them more than I ever had. I thought you had no intention of letting them… Continue
Added by Sammi on July 24, 2008 at 4:00am —
I got the call today....it said you would be leaving soon. I just can't believe that after 30 years it would end this way. I remember the way you ran everything with such a firm hand....you and you alone had control....and made sure that no matter what....we children were taken care of according to your expectations. The first shock, when you took that tightly wrapped bun, as monumental as Miss Liberty herself, and had it removed: we couldn't believe you would ever cut your hair. Then you began… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on July 23, 2008 at 12:30pm —
There had to be someone else. This “this is just getting too serious” excuse didn’t make sense. Your boss came by and handed you some work which you let sit by the side of your desk. Phones went off around you, fingers typed, and people chatted as valentines chocolates and arranged flowers appeared by messenger to the women around your cube. You barely noticed. The entire day passed silent and insulated, like a late night trip from the airport in a taxicab.
That cab ride took two… Continue
Added by Matthew on July 22, 2008 at 11:41pm —
In the aftermath, I sit quietly
Observing the destruction of the day
I remember when you were not
Here to create this havoc
I remember a time when the quiet solitude
Was never interrupted by your presence
And I am glad
The quiet always screamed of something missing
And that something was you
You made that screaming disappear the moment
You came into my life
And replaced it with your screams of joy
Your shrieks of… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on July 22, 2008 at 11:10pm —
Our baby robins flew the coop yesterday.
We watched the mother make her nest, pulling twigs and string and dried grasses to the Asian pear tree by our deck. Two cerulean eggs soon appeared. We watched them anxiously, scaring the mother every time we opened the screen door to peer into her household. Peeking tommies, we.
One hatched, a fluff ball; the… Continue
Added by Linda on July 22, 2008 at 9:46pm —
Finally, we're taking a little vacation. It's a working vacation, but at least we're getting out of the house for a few days...starting Wednesday. We're driving west through the North Cascades - and stopping to take pictures...lots of pictures - and then heading south to Whidbey Island where we'll be staying for a few days. And during that time, my husband will be interviewing for some new jobs. I'm not as excited about this as I was a few months ago. Sooner or later, he'll find a new job.… Continue
Added by Lisa Miller on July 21, 2008 at 11:30pm —
Why invite pain into the mind? Some say it is to mold and shape, learn and remodel; what shape would I be and then what color would I change when my eyes betrayed me? It is difficult to hide when even my entrails seem transparent. Ah, but she would understand; hold my hand in the silence and tell me its all okay. Yeah, our teeth would sparkle in the small beam of light bounding through the keyhole in the basement door, the dark suffocating our intentions but squeezing out little bits of hope in… Continue
Added by Sammi on July 18, 2008 at 6:28pm —
"Behind The Eight" is a new story I posted at Smith Mag as part of the Next-Door Neighbor Contest. The world limit is 400. Check the story out here
and comment at Smith Mag if you have the chance.
Added by Christopher Cocca on July 18, 2008 at 2:35am —
My yard has become a zoo. Wasps of some sort are burrowing and building underground nests. Ants have taken up residence under the rocks around our fire pit. Deer are hopping in and out of our back yard all night, browsing on what little plant life is left...I don't think I'll have more than 3 apples on my apple trees this fall. I put my dogs out the other night to try and scare the deer away because they keep tripping the security lights on the neighbor's house and flooding my bedroom with a… Continue
Added by Lisa Miller on July 17, 2008 at 10:00pm —
I'm a dreamer.
I thought you saw me; my shoes, glasses, and that one strand of hair hanging in the wind. Much too long, curling only at the very end. The bruise on my knee when we danced sporadically (hardly rhythmic) to funky beats; lingerie I wore although I wasn’t at all comfortable with my body. Sometimes I imagined you were really listening, my lips trembling in desperation and uncertainty, words gushing out but winding around your ears like a draft of air through the back door.… Continue
Added by Sammi on July 17, 2008 at 3:06am —
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Added by Christopher Cocca on July 16, 2008 at 10:21pm —
Sitting in my kitchen keys poised over keyboards, coffee (my one absolute each morning) within hand's reach, just listening to the sounds of an empty nest. No giggles, no make believe car noises, or action figures fighting for justice anywhere to be heard. No patter of little feet running to meet me or tattle on Bubba.....just emptiness screaming at me with every turn.
For five weeks and one day I have been listening to these sounds when I could stand sitting in the house alone, but… Continue
Added by Michelle Davis on July 15, 2008 at 12:11pm —
I won't bore folks with the details for why I haven't written much of anything lately, Sixes or otherwise. Lots of life stuff going on right now--some good, some bad, some indifferent. But what's interesting is this: I've finally learned that ideas--nuggets of things that I just know are part of a bigger story--really are a dime a dozen. At least, if my writing journal is any indication.
Added by Don P on July 9, 2008 at 9:52am —
I was the only one awake at 8 o'clock this morning. Well, besides the dogs. The 4th of July and fireworks and all that jazz went really well last night. The boys had their bags of stuff to blow up, and we joined the neighbor kids in the street in front of our houses to have some fun. The kids spent almost an hour taking turns setting off their fireworks and putting on a great show for all the adults. Sparklers, fountains, explosions, you name it we had it!
And once we were finished,… Continue
Added by Lisa Miller on July 5, 2008 at 9:45pm —
This morning, my kids hopped on their bikes and rode down to the fireworks stand. Between the 2 of them, they had $60 from doing yardwork. They spent a long time comparing all the fireworks, the prices, the value, the explosion potential...and came home with two bulging plastic bags of fun. They can hardly wait until tomorrow night, when they'll be able to join all the other kids in the neighborhood for one long night of setting things on fire and blowing things up. They were even kind enough… Continue
Added by Lisa Miller on July 3, 2008 at 3:02pm —
Check out some of Don's sixes
, and be sure to wish him a Happy Birthday today!
Added by Robert McEvily on July 3, 2008 at 9:11am —