Time falls to earth when I am deep in mind. I have so much to bring back from that other place, the place where I just listen, and they talk and move and live. I'm the recorder, taking down their lives and giving voice to ideas that come through me, the writing machine, the featherless mocking bird bound to earth, obligated to hands. I am so slow, and the voices so many. My days alone are precious and few; is it any wonder they are impatient and unforgiving when I mistake the steady, repetitive… Continue
Added by Pamila Payne on November 30, 2008 at 6:53pm —
i've got six sentences to say something, to pass on a meaning. well five now. now four because i wasted one on an introduction and another on saying nothing. three left, still with nothing to say. and with seconds left i use my second. seems i need some inspiration. Continue
Added by a cockroach on November 29, 2008 at 12:39am —
I will ride off this morning, in the direction of sunset but way before the sun sets. I will ride my horse, lead his, stay on the trail, three hours around the mountain to camp. He will meet me there, in the truck, loaded with hay, grain, propane, a chainsaw (its getting cold), the cooler, a box of books, wool blankets (did I say cold?), food, maybe a teeth clicking kiss upon his relief that I am there. We will stay ten days or so, trailing cows in the Basin, pulling together the remnant, no… Continue
Added by Cita on November 28, 2008 at 10:00am —
True story, for real. I was casually doing a scrawly crawly through Duotrope’s Themed-Calender, (themes just never work out for me), (ever). If scrolling and trolling does turn up an amazing theme, I’ll write something three months late and the word count won’t even be close. I mis-read “Erotica, 12 to 18 words” and thought, “pssst, I can do that!” But a closer review of the details sadly revealed “twelve to eighteen thousand words in the genre of erotica.” And, well ,I can’t do… Continue
Added by Doug Mathewson on November 28, 2008 at 6:33am —
One email, it sits in my in-box for a bit. I look at it quickly; I have to go.
It’s bugging me, something about that e-mail. I try to dismiss it, but no, never mind the rest, I go back home and look at it again. It has to be the picture; she looks familiar but I can’t say from where or what.
A meeting is set, the sparks are flying high and low. This kitty has it all. Works for both. It’s an insane evening. The morning comes but can’t erase the high. She is back, more… Continue
Added by Mike Rochette on November 27, 2008 at 8:40pm —
Now the Cat is pissed off. It is a good lesson; never confuse a cat deal with a walking dead deal.
The walking dead have no honor. There is no word that stand. It’s a different environment, ruled by an entirely different set of laws. To deal in that realm requires a different set of skills and a lawyer.
Raging only makes doctors richer, revenge has potential. My mentor once said something that amount to:
“Never get mad right away. Just show an even face, then if… Continue
Added by Mike Rochette on November 27, 2008 at 8:05pm —
It was an eventful summer; all that can possibly happen did, or did it? The Cat looks forward to a rest.
I have a box now, it’s mine. I finally made it to that stage. I am part of that club that roams Home Depot at 8:00 Am on Saturday mornings. It feels good.
Then the bad news, papers were not filled properly. The money has been paid but it does not matter. In sucked into deals that do not resemble what I had in mind. Ownership is declined. Panic, phone calls, advices,… Continue
Added by Mike Rochette on November 27, 2008 at 7:33pm —
They say that the holidays are the hardest part of a divorce, that first set of holidays when the children are going off different directions and hurting spouses are not overly eager to celebrate or meet the new someone. And yet, it can also be seen as a time for making new traditions, making new paths, establishing new patterns, breaking old ones. I have always been SUPERWOMAN, doing it all, the hostess, the magic maker, the cook and the candlelighter. And this year I am enjoying steak and… Continue
Added by Cita on November 27, 2008 at 5:30pm —
Why do we humans rise only to fall again? Does no one think it stupid? People say we should always be happy but if we try to be happy then the bad things always bring us down twice as hard. If we don't try to be happy we are closer to the bottom and don't have to fall so far and painfully. Does anyone else get my logic or am I the only one out here who sees the world like this, one pointless waste of time, with nothing but sadness, betrayl, grief and other such things. Maybe I am
Added by vampire_rose on November 27, 2008 at 12:46am —
I wake up to thick fog every morning, sometimes forgetting for a moment that I don't live in Eastern Washington anymore and wondering what's up with the weather and all those trees?!
It might just be me, but it takes me a while to adjust my mental map and remember where I am some days. It's so strange...wondering where I am when I wake up. But then Emma's nose appears over the edge of the bed as she urges me to get up and let her out to… Continue
Added by Lisa Miller on November 26, 2008 at 7:30pm —
I want someone who gets me, who gets my jokes, who gets how important the land is to me. I want someone who likes my silly side, who laughs at my mess-maker, who can, with a little twist of words, make me laugh until I am breathless. I want someone who makes me think, who loves my flights of fanciful thought, who brings new ideas and new music and new literature to the table, almost daily. I want someone who stands in awe of the sunrise or a grinding stone or a storm or a poem or a spider with… Continue
Added by Cita on November 26, 2008 at 7:25pm —
Added by Robert McEvily on November 26, 2008 at 3:50pm —
Coming out my door I heard a noise…a bizarre leaf blower or the brass-shrill twittering of chirping birds…thousands of them in the November tree. Its naked silhouette clothed in little vibrating bird bodies. The clamorous chaos continued for what seemed … an eternity… as I watched - and listened - awestruck. Then (just as I turned to call the other children out to witness this sibilant symphony) there was an immediate…
And the tree exploded in… Continue
Added by Chris Campbell on November 26, 2008 at 2:11pm —
Isn't it the ultimate fantasy... a latent sex kitten beneath the pearls of a staid and old-maidish librarian? Ah, but what do you say to the librarian beneath the sex kitten, the arched-back, moan-beneath-your-fingers woman who also rearranges the books on your shelf, the financial tomes all lined up glossy neat and the Stegner with the Stegner, where do Kingsolver's essays go? You can walk up behind her and pull the hair off of her neck and she doesn't shiver or shrug because she is wondering… Continue
Added by Cita on November 26, 2008 at 1:00pm —
Always there tumbling, turning, twisting, teasing on the periphery, the fray; promising, perhaps to know, more fruitful, better ways. Mind’s ever spinning, never stopping, reminding how complex. Searches forward, back, and sideways, contemplating signs, decision next. Continually sifts through that old adage, age old phrase. Found running alongside hovering, intercepting, a million minute ways. What if...
Added by Tina Gale on November 26, 2008 at 10:19am —
The world was silent. Soundless. He was standing on the edge when the noise started again from a distance - muffled at first then clearer as it got louder. The world was loud. Deafening. He stepped off the edge.
Added by Mel on November 26, 2008 at 7:44am —
One by one, the fragile boats crushed under Amy's finger, realeasing a satisfying crunch sound. She crushed each one, leaving behind a path of of husky destruction, but paused when she reached the last. Picking it up, she gently set it on the water, blowing softly so that it could embark fully on its journey, seeking that strange safety that comes with freedom and an unknown future. It floated for a little while, then began to sink. Amy sighed. It seemed that nothing was truly forever, no… Continue
Added by LillyGirl on November 26, 2008 at 12:55am —
There she was thinking about how much she enjoyed her world, as complicated and chaotic as it could be, when she stumbled. Face down on the pavement, lifting her head and tasting copper pennies of blood on her lip, it was difficult to get a grip on the situation. The “situation” as realized; was being ensconced by four walls, lines and tubes running helter skelter from what appeared to be her body lying flat on a bed linked to glowing numbers and sterile posts by clear tubes of who knows what.… Continue
Added by Mom Ofthree on November 26, 2008 at 12:09am —
My new apartment is on the fourth floor, the top floor, next to the fire escape, with treetops near my window, but not blocking my view of the Hollywood Towers, the 101 freeway, the christmas tree on the roof of Capital Records or the never all the way dark sky. The sound of the freeway traffic is like crashing, rhythmic ocean waves, a soothing white noise sometimes lullabyed with church bells from down the street, or blurred by Santanna winds rustling the palm fronds and swaying the ficus, the… Continue
Added by Pamila Payne on November 26, 2008 at 12:00am —
this is my six sentence sos, cause i'm lost in a five minute hallway, with no light to find the riddle's beginning or end. somewhere in the middle of a four day bender, three drink's to the wind, two lines down.
i have room to say more, room to keep going, but i can't get there. i can't find the doorknob. i've got one chance to make it out alive. what shall i do with it?
Added by a cockroach on November 25, 2008 at 11:34pm —