She absently plays with the stitches across her lips. Her eyes have more sky than sky. Laughter like wind chimes she holds out her hands to collect the rain hides all her light where nobody is allowed and I’ve walked past her a million times a million times. Advertisements
Sometimes the only way to judge a port is by the caliber of sailors that pass through.
There was this girl at school Quiet Melody was her name. She used to hide in her hair. Long and black it was like a raven’s back and she used it as a curtain so that nobody could see her. When people addressed her Melody would wave sheepishly distantly as though from another planet and […]
Beneath the frozen ground I can see summer. I heard it was coming in the loose gossip buoyantly floating around town. I had a dream that leaves were climbing back upon the trees like little green soldiers. Soon, all the birds will come back all at once and the girls laughing will break out the […]
I was in an apartment building I still have bad dreams about at the west end of Cambridge on the tail-end of being high for two days but I wasn’t even sure on what. People liked me so they always gave me things and when I’m drunk I’ll drop whatever like a champ because I’m […]
I drove through Mennonite country past sleeping tractors and unmanned booths selling flowers and firewood. I entered the campground and smiled broadly at the over-excited blonde who still didn’t know where the ice-box was or how to open it when she did. I drove down to the docks beside the beach. I pulled my car […]
I was reading ‘The Story of O’ by the lamp late one night when the darkness beyond the light at the far end of the building called out to me. “Come here.” It said. I immediately recognized her voice. Reluctantly, though employed by curiosity I began to wander in the direction from where it came, […]