J. R. Parks's Blog – September 2010 Archive (6)

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“Gallows, or The Babbling Demon at the Edge of Rio Chiquito”

Marshall dragged him by the heels to the riverbed, said: “Warsh up, hombre. La horca’s itchin’ for a collar.” Hombre spit red and did what the bastard told him—sifting dark, wet clay from his filthy beard, swishing the cool Rio Chiquito in his swollen mouth. “Shit, boy. Don’t look so much the…

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Added by J. R. Parks on September 29, 2010 at 6:00pm — No Comments

"The Velveteen Abyss"

The water’s like velvet. Cold but for that signature, salty-sweet burn. I don’t mind it though, the burn. The gush rushes in, smoldering with fiery heaves of the lungs, like chokin’ on hellfire. Stuff your fists into your pockets if you don’t want to flounder. Try not to drift and if you want to sink quick—don’t kick.


Added by J. R. Parks on September 24, 2010 at 4:05pm — 3 Comments

“Locked, Unlocked, Click-clack, Dead”

Bobby loved solving puzzles—especially after school, ‘cause in class he couldn’t solve any. Mama wasn’t home ‘til after dark and Daddy almost never, so Bobby jingled magician’s rings and sang to plastic dinosaurs in the pantry. One lazy twilight, he found a heavy, tin box, while feeding pudding to…

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Added by J. R. Parks on September 16, 2010 at 5:27pm — 3 Comments

"The Vampire's Lament"

Bejeweled, the sky drifts unveiled above the sleeping Cathedral of my flesh. In the steeple, the Christ God weeps, tacked to crooked sticks. My phantom heart thumps only in the recess of my mind. Again I count the gems, listening to the hollow echo of cobbled streets and gaze the perfect emptiness. Ten thousands thoughts that mar my mind and only one that had a tune, Of all the stars within the… Continue

Added by J. R. Parks on September 13, 2010 at 10:33am — 2 Comments

"Bloody Lip Kiss"

Holly didn’t see him approach, not with her eyes still swollen shut. Stinking loose tobacco, bourbon, and traces of chalky coal, slithered up her tattered dress. Stony hands gripped too hard, clawin’ her soft blotchy flesh. Holly didn’t speak, didn’t fight or holler—she took it dry and moaned the…

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Added by J. R. Parks on September 9, 2010 at 6:12pm — 5 Comments

"Thom Bell's Phylactery"

Hang a man twice. Some folks don’t stay dead for long. Town gossips wink, spin yarns and spook the kiddies with curly smiles—resurrecting with a word. Thom Bell stretched to death on Tuesday, but his name rolled back a stony tomb when the choir roared and steeple knelled. Bells tolled like an eight-gauge, wine soaked the drooping cloth. Weren’t long before carriages came and riders in from Corinth; they’d all heard… Continue

Added by J. R. Parks on September 2, 2010 at 8:44pm — 1 Comment

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