Jonathan Cardew – February Day 1

Bed and Board, Newport in June

Breakfast the next morning has an awkward tinge. All the could-be-coupled around a table of eggs. Each arrived in staggered line the night before at the thin-walled lodgings. Only now to match the muffled sounds of earlier to singe-blushed faces. The silence, too, has...

Pretty pretty

It’s dark when I pull into my ex’s driveway, his multi-coloured christmas lights blinding my eyes even though it’s May. He’s the last man to have touched my breasts and I’m concerned about a lump-type-thing I felt in my armpit when I was showering after my second job,...

gewgaw & Words With Friends

gewgaw on the attic floor the broken toy lies limbless and starving dust motes scrolling past his thunderstruck eyes his throat dry as kindling a crack of shine through a bowlegged seam in a weary wall wakes him for the first time in days weeks moths years and so he...

Lonelihood

Her glass was filled with Sangria; hips were filled with disco. She tells me her name is Sheila, but wishes it were Flannery. I assume she’s a writer. “No, I sell shit on eBay for people,” she says. A few drinks later, she tells me that back at her place, she has a...

The Hum

I come home from school with a cage of seven rats my fourth grade teacher won gambling. My mother is on a call, sipping a G&T, making sad hmmmmms and ohhhhhs into our rotary dial phone. Her body hunched over the voice on the other end. She’s still on the phone,...

Gifting

I’m sweeping Georgian steps for minimal wage. Every time I look at accumulation there's less, like dreams as soon as you stop trying to remember they return. Changing routes mid-tack is a recipe for failure which I'd hate to claim. Yet measuring salt, tossing handfuls...

Big Me

Big Me “Honey, I’m taking a bath,” Craig said as I was leaving. “Can you get that stuff on the list?” “Of course,” I said, grabbing the list from the table. The list read: Bathroom towels Duct tape Galoshes Garden Trowel Hornet killer Bicycle tire pump I thought I...

Relatively Unknown

If distance had four wheels and the rear left popped at 65 miles per hour outside a gated community, would the generosity vector collide with the greed scalar before our grill crumpled into that into that 450 year old Maple blooming in fall? Would the app for adding...

Shark Week

Shark Week Your nephew will consider these mysterious ways, and if they involve shark attacks, he’ll grow up an atheist. This was all before he knew about the ways and means committee. Before the church people came and recruited his entire family to build glass houses...

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