Stop Making Sense 2 – Day 1

Sink

Everyone in town knew when the general store sank, that was the sign we were all watching for. Custer’s last stand and all that. George Wheely came out early one morning for some feed and found it halfway deep in the mud, sour candies, powdered milk, and live bait...

COTTON POLY-BLEND

[NOTE: I got in here late and am trying to rework an old-ish CNF piece with new insights from the prompts and reading materials. I think it fits with the vibe, hopefully.] Marie Kondo haunts the woman’s closet and nags about whether any of these old T-shirts...

First Pints

A week after the police arrested Father Sass in the Paradise Motel outside Port Hope for fiddling minors, my father drove us to the city to meet Father Joe at the train station. —Be nice to the man, give him the benefit of the doubt, our father said. —Can we hit...

No Worries, the Woman Said

Mirrors pawn the deviant out of anyone. Go ahead. Hotline coral lipstick over the muted thrush of festered gums. Someone a block away died harsh and blank as the soft peel of a flippant wind. Varicose cracks of the pavement cushioned him. Throngs tripped over the...

Passport Overdose

In Uruguay, a drug dog ate my reputation then gave me the mumps. Illegal feelings from an unsung deity, how she prayed with me, this goddess associated with dreams. Rucksack baggage, my dead uncle once called it, his pockmarked body surrounded by guns. A backpacker's...

I Dreamed That You Were Lost

I Dreamed That You Were Lost And then I woke and saw you through an angle of the mirror, your great falls of hair dripping purpleblack into the tub, your neck straining against the weight, the gravity, your muscles thrumming, the carotid swollen and blue, your entire...

Color Therapy for Beginners

1. Provided you can get out of bed, raise the blind and assess the range of hues in the day and your own temperature within the spectrum. Is it Payne’s and washed with your dissolving moss self, warm and wet against it--like your existential dream of the English...

Promenade in an English Graveyard

Tremors of silverfish twist through crevices in the Escomb church walls. Alive in the shadows. Centuries of insects slick with Saxon blood. My father pierces the brown air with his fist, meaning, let’s promenade through the graveyard. I take his arm. He whistles for...

Sink

Everyone in town knew when the general store sank, that was the sign we were all watching for. Custer’s last stand and all that. George Wheely came out early one morning for some feed and found it halfway deep in the mud, sour candies, powdered milk, and live bait...

COTTON POLY-BLEND

[NOTE: I got in here late and am trying to rework an old-ish CNF piece with new insights from the prompts and reading materials. I think it fits with the vibe, hopefully.] Marie Kondo haunts the woman’s closet and nags about whether any of these old T-shirts...

First Pints

A week after the police arrested Father Sass in the Paradise Motel outside Port Hope for fiddling minors, my father drove us to the city to meet Father Joe at the train station. —Be nice to the man, give him the benefit of the doubt, our father said. —Can we hit...

No Worries, the Woman Said

Mirrors pawn the deviant out of anyone. Go ahead. Hotline coral lipstick over the muted thrush of festered gums. Someone a block away died harsh and blank as the soft peel of a flippant wind. Varicose cracks of the pavement cushioned him. Throngs tripped over the...

Passport Overdose

In Uruguay, a drug dog ate my reputation then gave me the mumps. Illegal feelings from an unsung deity, how she prayed with me, this goddess associated with dreams. Rucksack baggage, my dead uncle once called it, his pockmarked body surrounded by guns. A backpacker's...

I Dreamed That You Were Lost

I Dreamed That You Were Lost And then I woke and saw you through an angle of the mirror, your great falls of hair dripping purpleblack into the tub, your neck straining against the weight, the gravity, your muscles thrumming, the carotid swollen and blue, your entire...

Color Therapy for Beginners

1. Provided you can get out of bed, raise the blind and assess the range of hues in the day and your own temperature within the spectrum. Is it Payne’s and washed with your dissolving moss self, warm and wet against it--like your existential dream of the English...

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