Tag Archives: pieces
They don’t come
“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading
Made For
“I can almost–” she breathes, eyes squinched shut behind black lashes laid to pale and cherryspot cheeks as she claws the air, fingertips trembling, hand electrified, splayed as though it could hold all of the everything if only she spread … Continue reading
Revisiting
Waking up was instant — eyes were closed, then they were open. She blinks, looks around, and immediately sits up, hissing in pain as she unclenches her hands, dropping a small handful of old bottlecaps into her blanketed lap. “Oh,” … Continue reading
Driven
Push, pushing, press, pressure, lift your head only just enough to make sure you’re still going where you want to be going and all the while sometimes your thoughts get ahead of your fingertips when your fingertips are imperfect and … Continue reading
Water-bearer
She stands before the house, holding the gold-rimmed urn. The sacred vessel was the only one of its kind, blessed by her family to be unending, to be bottomless, to be everfull. She stands before the house and feels the … Continue reading