What can YOU say in six sentences?
Perhaps it was no coincidence that I parked in the farthest space in the lot, and the darkest, thanks to a broken lamp. I am the last to leave and having no reason to rush home, I pace slowly to the car and look over the low stone wall into the dark field that adjoins. Halloween shouldn't be so warm I think as I stare into the field and watch someone emerge from the dark, approaching me--clearly it intends to meet me--and my feet do not move because I want to see. Her feet are milk white,…Continue
I look through the night, cataract silver everything
wishing the silence would last
and look at the moon who lost her leaves…Continue
Added by Kristine_ES on October 29, 2010 at 12:00pm — No Comments
so my dam of self-control broke. you know, the one that holds back all the awful things i could say: things that hurt, things that won't solve problems, things i've ground my teeth to nubs on. but there are holes in the dam where i keep my optimism and micromanaging, and like all holes with time they wear, get bigger and burst. five years' worth of tongue-biting, excuse making, down-playing, and peace making came to a head when my dad picked me up at the airport and proceeded to respond to…Continue
mirror mirror on the wall, who's the grayest of them all, and when the mirror gives me the silent treatment, it's a hint and a half to seek out the witches who can do wonders with my hair. so i tell the sweet-smelling, platinum babe with the bone ring in her nose i want tresses the color of copper, shiny like a penny and i pointed to the picture in case the witchy broad cannot read, and we both agreed that'll look nice, and I watched her mix chemicals in a little black cauldron on a shelf.…Continue
ambling back over here after reading short stories about flannel shirts and now i've got a wonder in my head.
then i wonder if anyone else wonders the same thing, too. what is it about a flannel shirt that human beings attach their memories to? used to polish chrome, rock the house, insulated plaid shirts used to wrap our pets in when we go away...or when they do. we can't seem to cozy up to cashmere, izod, blass...
those threads got no soul!
Three people kicked in the door with loaded gun blazing, expecting to rip off some guy they knew had the cash to make it worthwhile. Three bullets brought down the stocky man and his weakness was the only thing that kept him from cocking his own gun and blowing them all away. One good woman called 911 and watched her man bleed out in the bedroom and it took five minutes for the ambulance to come and save him. It took two of your "friends" to throw you under the bus and three cops to put you…Continue
Mike drove the SUV as fast as traffic would allow on I-84, fighting rain, wind, and a bottleneck that lasted an hour. We listened to his tunes, my tunes, and chatted lightly as I fought the urge to cuss about the delay. We had tickets to see Roger Waters perform The Wall and dinner was definitely out of the picture now (however the promise of a hot dog and beer took the edge off.) When traffic got moving again I resumed barking, Tourette's-like, the speed limit or hitting the invisible brake…Continue
"We're here at the Lincoln Memorial with Richard "Gerhardt" Wright and his comrades--long-time battle reenactors and history buffs--to discuss their history and future plans," the pretty journalist began and turned the mic over to the middle aged man.
"Our group is called Comrades In Arms, and we started right after September 11th because we realized this country needs to stay in touch with history. We started with the Battle of Thermopylae, followed with the Battle of the…Continue
when you left for work this morning i sprawled across the bed. i cut diagonal across your still-warm latitudes loving the fact that it was mine all mine. i colonized this desert island, for a little while anyway. i stared out the window looking at blue sky (finally) thinking about beautiful nature, drifting back down into sleep when the inevitable came and stole it all away: guilt for my sloth and all the things i hadn't done, all the things we humans never do. one by one like marching…Continue
You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you about the people I know. Or believe the stories I have from when I was growing up, to moving up here, to learning how to deal, and growing wings and leaving it all behind. You probably wouldn’t believe me, and that’s okay because everyone in my stories probably wouldn’t want to be known, to be shown, even if I shine a good light on them. They…Continue