Intimacy Since our leader has forbidden us to use our flashlights, I can’t see, except as vague shadows, the people ahead of me marching in single file, and can’t tell, in this group of strangers, if anyone else but me is veering crazily through the dunes like a drunk. I only know it’s hard […]
Originally published in Four Chambers Press, Issue 2 (Print)
Get this down. Right now. Before I have to get it down myself. Listen to me. All they had to do was ask me. At the very least. Tap me on the shoulder. Say hey, listen. That’s fine, I don’t mind. Don’t disagree with me on this. I could not hear them. I was listening […]
This is what it is all about, he knows: improbability. It is the joke that this whole circus is built around: a tiger, an elephant, a hot air balloon, right here in Des Moines or Indianapolis or Altoona. Seven clowns and a monkey piling out of a car, one after the other in a tangle of funny shoes and makeup and hobo clothes, and just when you think there surely couldn’t be more room in that car, here comes another one.
Have Cassie and Gwen made any progress or has she slipped back into her old ways?
Therapy for a sort of infidelity…. What is cheating and can Cassie heal from letting go?
”Dear magic mirror,” Cruelty said, gazing upon her own reflection. ”Who might be the most radiant beauty of them all?” The magic mirror spoke in a voice, most harsh and foul. ”Your beauty is beyond compare, but your heart is blacker than tarry night: you stole all the world’s beauty. Now there are no […]
On the kitchen counter, within arm’s reach, lay a hammer and a pair of scissors: the instruments of murder. People did it all the time.
On the sidewalk, you are a red shard caught in the furthest left corner of my vision. We each speak through our friends and past them, addressing the street. I say something about the crooked awning and hear you shift your weight. It begins to snow for the second time this week. * […]