Give me an hour and a half, I’ll look like Barbie Paint my fake face on; makeup is artistry Lavish blonde locks, alluring plumped lips Surgeon’s scalpel stomach, Double D tits Perfection, glamour, money, thrills Leads little girls to razors, bullets, brutes, pills To what shriller heights will my scream have to reach To be [...]
Continued from Part I The house was brimming, forcing people, some I’d never seen before, into the backyard. Despite the humidity due to the impending rain, it was still cooler outside. As we joined people in the yard, Raleigh proudly pointed out three cars with out-of-state tags parked on the lawn, as well as the [...]
She draws back from the railing, covers her ears to block the sound of his voice, angry with the empty promise of his life, replaying in her head. Last night she thought about the broken washing machine while he humped her and how she almost ran off years ago the first time he punched [...]
Cupboard under the stairs
Dark, damp and desolate.
Little child alone;
hears key turn in lock.
Those of us who survive make camp in the woods. My ten-year-old daughter and I sit on a white sheet with a dim lantern between us. Grasshoppers and other insects gravitate to the thin light, and we eat them like popcorn, throwing away legs and wings as if they are unburst kernels. Her skin glows [...]
There was a young girl from Belgrave,
Who was incredibly brave.
She went into the fire
To rescue young Maia
It was good that her life, she did save.
Camille had been terrified of horses ever since Pinto, her rent-a-horse, went on a wild tear, galloping through the dense pine woods of northern Michigan on a family outing led by Blanche, a woman who dubbed herself the “Horse Whisperer.”
“No point having that party now,” I said, mixing the cake batter, my hair spilling over my eyes. Before Officer Bish arrived I told Raleigh I’d been planning to show off my presents to the guests but now, with nothing special to display, I was certain they would focus on the living room wall that [...]
A bubbling seed embraced in the breast of a world
Forming roots within the beauty of its surroundings
Patiently awaiting due season, a time to unfold
The art of new being
Benny Herman’s sense of timing was as bad as his bugling. A scant month before the 1956 Thistle Way Summer Show, Benny decided to take up the bugle. Benny was that rare thing on Thistle Way, an only child, and his parents regarded his every passing whimsy as a solemn imperative. A shiny new bugle [...]
The candle which guided you through the tunnel was never meant to light up your day.
The idea comes one rainy Sunday
when we take a break from antique hunting,
head to Blue Kangaroo Coffee. You pick up
a wadded piece of paper left on the chair, smooth
it flat. Read the last line out loud, Sally,
it’s time to leave. I’ve not been happy for years.
“Rest Area, ½ mile.” Stephanie could barely make out the lettering through the fog. As she approached the off-ramp, she braked several times to warn any vehicles that might be following too closely. Kenny Rogers finished up singing The Gambler on the only station her rental car radio could catch.
At first you run on. It doesn’t register. Then one day, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. But it flashes by in a blur so quickly you must have imagined it, right? A photograph propped up on a pile of rocks at the end of someone’s yard bordering the running trail. No reason to stop. You’re in a zone. Probably just a piece of trash caught there.
“I guess things just got a little overwhelming,” Adrianne said, lifting the lipstick stained glass to her lips.
He thought her eyes looked tired.
It started with a pot of cold coffee.
Stumbling into the kitchen, Victoria pawed at the cabinet for a clean cup. She had twenty minutes, twenty precious minutes, to eat her breakfast before the whirlwind of squealing cartoons, bickering children and a permanently starved German Sheppard blew in.
“What do you mean you can’t?” She asked.
“I can’t. But it’s not that I don’t want to.” He paused. “It’s not…”
Her head dropped. “I know.”
Hidden in between
the thoughts of regret
is all the love that
we forgot to give
and all the love
we refused to receive.
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