August 2009 Blog Posts (245)

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"Black Ghosts" by Brad Rose

We are black ghosts. Invisible as fish in the rain. What good are our tattoos, no one can see them? We drive out to Queens tonight, and notice that the houses are like deserts folded in on themselves, waiting for us. Seriously dude, every 45 seconds a house catches fire in America. Weather permitting.



6S



Brad Rose grew up in a suburb of Los Angeles -- about a mile from where the Apollo space… Continue

Added by 6S Express! on August 31, 2009 at 11:23pm — 1 Comment

Haunting

Most men, me included, will think in terms of body parts when they think of a woman, at least in the darkest part of our minds where we are honest.



And I thought of Anna in pieces, but it was pieces like her eyes that could tell a whole story or absorb a whole story, her hair that never did exactly what she wanted it to, her hands that could soothe the devil’s toothache.



I thought of Anna as a laugh, a silly little jig when she was happy, and later, as the mole that rested… Continue

Added by Cita on August 31, 2009 at 8:33pm — 3 Comments

Kept

Slightly perfect, she thinks, yet she knows she sees only what she wants to see. Then the brief elation of kisses before the work day begins. Why doesn’t he ever get out of bed before noon? She doesn’t care to know, not really. He’s all she ever wanted, except of course, he’s not a banker. A shame he can’t cook, either.

Added by Brad Rose on August 31, 2009 at 8:30pm — No Comments

The Reality of Hope



Hope was one of those women who looked so promising, all curves and hair and sparkles, all shiny lips and helpless eyes and breathless little voice.



She was one of those women who smelled like a department store and who made a man think about ordering flowers, even though he knew he would regret it once he stepped through the door into the damp flourist shop.



When I was courting Hope, I never thought about if she had read a… Continue

Added by Cita on August 31, 2009 at 7:59pm — 6 Comments

You left me.

You left me; for all the wrong reasons in a season of my own pitiful self despair.



You left me; with a trail of scents on my pillow, towels in the bathroom, little lipstick traces of you.



You left me; because our words were on a collision course of mutual self destruction and a hundred reasons that itched your mind that was beyond the radar of my understanding.



You left me; to find the 'you' in you.



You left me; because my words and hidden heart… Continue

Added by Edward Dean on August 31, 2009 at 7:39pm — 8 Comments

That moment

At first I just loved Randy's voice, dancing with the plucked strings of his guitar, but now I love the look on his face right before he cums, and that’s weird because it isn’t a beautiful or sexy look.



Harold’s look doesn’t change much, no matter what is happening: thunder, lightening, spiders, sexual climax, cookies baking in the oven, phone ringing.



But Randy's face is like a pond that ripples with a breeze or a stray leaf or a thought fish that clears the surface,… Continue

Added by Cita on August 31, 2009 at 4:18pm — 4 Comments

The Worst Death

On a ranch this big, it seems silly to worry about one little steer who was a bull too long, but we went looking for him and found him in the thicket, sore, swollen and thirsty.



We moved him, slowly, onto water, left him there in the creek, hoping he'd heal and come looking for his friends, but I saw him two weeks later, still hanging around, his ribs showing, still recovering from a barbaric surgery, and left him a flake of hay by the water trough.



Yesterday, as we moved… Continue

Added by Cita on August 31, 2009 at 2:03pm — 3 Comments

Just drop it already!

It's simple, it's black, matches the decor. Easily transported and always available, so bring it up again and again it's always reliable. When the circumstances are right display it, shake it around in their faces. Make them back down, make them retreat from you. Take it with you everywhere you go, it is part of you. You know what it is, it's depression.

Added by Quartzite Occlusion on August 31, 2009 at 1:37pm — 5 Comments

Probed

Biologics detect unknown compounds! Passing through... atmosphere... compute motion, sample sample, archive data. Documenting visual, descending to spheroid, wondrous colors, white snow caps, blue green treasure! Beep now, send data, send magnificent results! Beep out into the void....out in the void they must know of this... they must have hope! There is hope... there is a place....default default, no send,no send damage, damage, disconnect, power down,... captured.

Added by Quartzite Occlusion on August 31, 2009 at 1:00pm — No Comments

Sleep.

"Let me tell you one thing, I'm regretting every damn thing I haven't done in my life!"

"Why, what a remark to make, what makes you say a thing like that?"

"Well, I'm about to take these 270 sleeping pills and I may not wake up."

"That's a terrible thing to do. You don't want to do that! Are you mad, or something?"

"Of course, did you ever see a sane person voluntarily go without sleep for 270 nights?"

Added by Irene Sieders on August 31, 2009 at 12:42pm — 12 Comments

My Father's Mistress

She entered my life like a selfish demon, destroying a future without a thought for those left behind. She revealed her hand by bedding my father in his marital bed - while my mother slept soundly on her side of it; their rhythmic coupling roused her....



My mother was left a shattered, defeated ghost of her former self; 20 years later she still wonders why she wasn't special enough and her inner light has never recovered it's lustre.



My father wanted me to love this wolf… Continue

Added by Tracey Mallaby on August 31, 2009 at 10:00am — 7 Comments

Farm Stay (One and a half Sixer)

I walked around the dog snoring on the floor but misjudged and tripped over the kangaroo that was hopping through the kitchen. As I tripped I accidentally kicked the one-eyed cat and sent it flying into the duck that had previously killed his own father – Duck Duck. I went outside and one of the other five cats fell out of a tree and sauntered off while the three other dogs chased the crowing roosters. Decided I should get into some open space and would feed the horse – Beauty. Beauty didn’t… Continue

Added by Mel on August 31, 2009 at 7:43am — No Comments

im sorry

do you remember when we used to not care?

how we would lie on the soft ground, till the night moon shined like midday,

then things started to change..

you would scream " im sorry"

i would scream back " so what" it never meant anything, you would always say it, and i thought nothing of it till now.

its my turn now to tell you sorry, im not sure you can hear me, you back is facing me and i feel afraid, i want to reach out and comfort you, but im held back

im sorry,… Continue

Added by LyraRose on August 31, 2009 at 6:07am — No Comments

Life.

There comes a time when you must

Give up.

Let go.

Escape the memory,

Escape the past.

There comes a moment

When the world stops spinning

And you must jump,

Despite the frozen rivers;

Despite the moving floods.

I realise now,

I see now,

That I cannot do this for you.

That you must leap on your own

Accord.

That I can only live my life.

That I cannot live yours.

And I cry,

Because there is nothing… Continue

Added by Scarlett Rose on August 30, 2009 at 11:18pm — 7 Comments

Poppa's smile

Ok, to be upbeat with how life is going.
There is beauty in every moment, we have to love and share and be able to pass this on both good and bad.When sorrow enters my thoughts I must remember the happy times I had with friends and family. Childhood on the beach, Poppa's smile, he flaps my hands around like crazy! Fresh crab for dinner and veggies from his garden, huge tomatoes red and bursting. This is all I need.

Added by Cathy Lou on August 30, 2009 at 11:10pm — 1 Comment

Cheese?

Oh man it was ripe! Wet, marbled green and flecked with red. Putrid repast, rank like death in the sun. They ate it anyway. They cut it up and kicked their feet in the air joyous at the outcome. Personally, I thought they were wasting it with no wine in sight.

Added by Quartzite Occlusion on August 30, 2009 at 9:52pm — 3 Comments

Painting at the Bottom

When I am at the bottom of the sine wave, I paint with the blackest black found in the deepest caverns when the headlamps go out and only sterile water drips.



I paint with blue like the sound of Patsy Cline walking around at night, making your chest ache.



I paint with browns so rich and thick that your feet get stuck and you fall forward, buried up to your elbows in primordial ooze.



I splash on just a little bit of red to remind you of when you skinned your knee… Continue

Added by Cita on August 30, 2009 at 9:30pm — 6 Comments

Giggling Suicide (6 Words)

Read own suicide note. Died laughing.






*More levity at:
http://www.smithmag.net/community/people.php/moo

Added by Brad Rose on August 30, 2009 at 5:00pm — 6 Comments

Audible air.

The laughter stabbed through an open window and bounced off the coffin. It numbed the service and was noticed by all in attendance. The tears were suppressed, the whimpers silenced. Heads rose up and life went on out into the sunshine to watch the children at play in the park next door. Grandma would have loved it. A cookie for each hand was always her rule.

Added by Quartzite Occlusion on August 30, 2009 at 4:03pm — 4 Comments

Second to one

One and only. That lie isn't what hurts me the most. What hurts the most is that you know I know the truth. Everyone does. But they are so much better than I am.
At least to you.

Added by HollyBerryBlossom on August 30, 2009 at 6:08am — 4 Comments

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