Monthly Archives: April 2020
A Story About Fishes, part four
[part three] Hekka ran back and forth on the muddy shore, barking, while Tiri stood at the edge, looking down into the dark, cold water. “Excuse me! Excuse me? Are you all right?” She got down onto her knees and … Continue reading
What They Make Us
The last city. The only way out. “Please,” the man begged. “Help. There are kids.” She stood there, headache a mile wide, marveling how far she’d come. I’m not a bomb, anymore, she thinks. I won’t make a crater unless … Continue reading
Scatter Falling Stars
pulse of the nightclub, blood at her feet boots slickslide against the tile she dances, she dances in the carnage of herself that she has left behind all those loves all those lives those four folders became five, and ten, … Continue reading
What Will We Take
What will we remember from this time? Will it be like every other heartbreak? Will it be like every other misery, ten, twenty, two hundred years down the road? Will time dull the sharp pieces, wear down the razor edges, … Continue reading
It’s Just Me, Then
Every winter she paces the pavement, nimblefingered hands stealing wallets from slickhaired men. She sleeps on rags and cardboard stuffed deep into the steel and concrete vaults of overpasses, nests made of necessity and spite. She walks when it’s too … Continue reading