We are at the bottom of a concrete stairwell, Wayne and I. Wayne is prone, limbs askew in a convincingly painful configuration. Story is, he took a fall while rushing around in the dark, on our new location, where we're filming under pressure and over budget. Story...
February 2023 Writing
Don’t bother, they’re here
I’ve never held my feet on the ground, but I thought I would be less in mid-air at this stage of my life I’m still trapezing my path through the maze of emotional cornfields where muddied and muddled desires weigh down my ballooned baggage meanwhile,...
Easy Answer, Out (Cryptic Tailings-Pond Collective)
To feed the unknown, wrap enfeeblement in a sandwich as oral evidence for 'The Age of Killing'. Dream out of illness, your recurrent nightmare, crystalized, febrile and fatigued, all to ban the call of a slow, dare one say 'endless' death…'a million pinpricks'....
The Undertaker’s Daughter
We’re just guts and knuckles, father says, ice and dust. We die like abandoned diamond mines. I roll my eyes. I don’t buy that bluster. He’s trying to believe they don’t matter. All these bodies in the refrigerated night, the haunted songs of loss. I’m revising the...
Down the Well
The last time I saw a sunset, it was summer. Probably July. Possibly August. I remember the way the amber beams stroked the grass. Peaceful, serene. And then I was tumbling end over end down the well into darkness. For the first few hours, all I could think about was...
expectations, in which a tombstone reads: if you lived here / you’d be home
expectations, in which a tombstone reads: if you lived here / you’d be home kill yer expectations bury ‘em in the yard under the gossamer darkness of cloak-less night do not look over your heaving shoulders ignore lot’s wife’s ossifying prayers & the neighbor’s...
Candy Loving
Candy Loving We were trailer park kids who stole things. Middling shit. Squirt guns. Bazooka Joe. Saltwater taffy. Licorice. Playboy magazine. Gordie was always sore. His dad tooled belts. Used them on Gordie. Buckle end to the back and shoulders. My dad was still...
Found Door
That streetcar clank rattles the baker´s shop window. Cream is split, no one cries anymore. That rising yeast misconstrued as progress is faithless, turns sweet dollops dry, bitter. Knead dough not for praise nor reward. The apprentice matured into journey agent,...
OCD and Inevitable
Two separate, unrelated pieces. Enjoy. OCD KEEP chipping at the pale pink polish until it is gone. KEEP tapping the green Bic on the metal keyboard. KEEP retying the fraying white shoelace. KEEP un-fraying the frayed shoe lace. KEEP pushing the one blond strand...
Amy’s February Piece: Nana Neném
Hi everyone! This is one of those pieces that might be a "tell it like it isn't" & "giving the reader an unexpected" prompts! Looking forward to feedback and to reading your work. See you tomorrow! Amy Nana Neném Nana, neném, que a Cuca vem...
Salvation
We are at the bottom of a concrete stairwell, Wayne and I. Wayne is prone, limbs askew in a convincingly painful configuration. Story is, he took a fall while rushing around in the dark, on our new location, where we're filming under pressure and over budget. Story...
Don’t bother, they’re here
I’ve never held my feet on the ground, but I thought I would be less in mid-air at this stage of my life I’m still trapezing my path through the maze of emotional cornfields where muddied and muddled desires weigh down my ballooned baggage meanwhile,...
Easy Answer, Out (Cryptic Tailings-Pond Collective)
To feed the unknown, wrap enfeeblement in a sandwich as oral evidence for 'The Age of Killing'. Dream out of illness, your recurrent nightmare, crystalized, febrile and fatigued, all to ban the call of a slow, dare one say 'endless' death…'a million pinpricks'....
The Undertaker’s Daughter
We’re just guts and knuckles, father says, ice and dust. We die like abandoned diamond mines. I roll my eyes. I don’t buy that bluster. He’s trying to believe they don’t matter. All these bodies in the refrigerated night, the haunted songs of loss. I’m revising the...
Down the Well
The last time I saw a sunset, it was summer. Probably July. Possibly August. I remember the way the amber beams stroked the grass. Peaceful, serene. And then I was tumbling end over end down the well into darkness. For the first few hours, all I could think about was...
expectations, in which a tombstone reads: if you lived here / you’d be home
expectations, in which a tombstone reads: if you lived here / you’d be home kill yer expectations bury ‘em in the yard under the gossamer darkness of cloak-less night do not look over your heaving shoulders ignore lot’s wife’s ossifying prayers & the neighbor’s...
Candy Loving
Candy Loving We were trailer park kids who stole things. Middling shit. Squirt guns. Bazooka Joe. Saltwater taffy. Licorice. Playboy magazine. Gordie was always sore. His dad tooled belts. Used them on Gordie. Buckle end to the back and shoulders. My dad was still...
Found Door
That streetcar clank rattles the baker´s shop window. Cream is split, no one cries anymore. That rising yeast misconstrued as progress is faithless, turns sweet dollops dry, bitter. Knead dough not for praise nor reward. The apprentice matured into journey agent,...
OCD and Inevitable
Two separate, unrelated pieces. Enjoy. OCD KEEP chipping at the pale pink polish until it is gone. KEEP tapping the green Bic on the metal keyboard. KEEP retying the fraying white shoelace. KEEP un-fraying the frayed shoe lace. KEEP pushing the one blond strand...
Amy’s February Piece: Nana Neném
Hi everyone! This is one of those pieces that might be a "tell it like it isn't" & "giving the reader an unexpected" prompts! Looking forward to feedback and to reading your work. See you tomorrow! Amy Nana Neném Nana, neném, que a Cuca vem...