Tag Archives: claire
Songs of Remembrance
Her hands moved over the piano; she played quietly, constellation eyes half closed, heart wide open. She sang, but only in her head, only in the place where she wouldn’t hear anyone else comment on her tone, on her pitch, … Continue reading
I could listen to her for hours
“I listen to him sing, almost every morning. I listen to him sing with his new hand because some caballero chopped off the old one, and I listen to him sing and I remember that he isn’t any more real … Continue reading
At This Waking
At this waking, she puts her hands out in front of her so that she can see them, and she discovers they are youthful, bearing strength and grace, and she uses them to fling off covers. There is one sneaker, … Continue reading
Happy Halloween
“Death to you and your open door,” she said, walking airily down the street. She avoided people, somehow managed not to touch them, and though she wore only dark slacks and a man’s white buttondown shirt with twenties in the … Continue reading
Wearing The Bones And Blood
His leaving was unremarked by everyone, save for the girl, who felt hollow with his going. In the other bedroom, Claire whispered “Come back,” but no one could hear her in their own dreams. Less than an hour later, however, … Continue reading