Friday, August 28, 2009
confession 1
So, like, he was all, like, How can you be like this, and I was like, Bitch, how can you be like this. Soon as I said that, he walks out and shit, right. Sometimes, like, it feels like I’m not at home even when I’m at home, you know?
fable 1
He flicked another glowing cinder onto the kitchen table and palmed his face. He crossed his heavily pensive arms. The negotiations with the Sea-God and the stevedores failed. He put on his coat and stamped out of the room as his wife said grace even though the dinner grew cold.
story 2
The burglar slipped the coat hanger out of the car window and back into his bag. Receipts littered the floor alongside damp photos with silhouettes of figures taller than the solitary woman that remained. She smiled wide from her glowing face and her eyes were always closed. The burglar reconsidered.
dreams 2
Her blood patted the green stonework of the Tower. She dropped like a wounded raven. Her listlessly pale right arm drags on the wearing balustrade. He set her down by the door before he kicked in the darkened carpentry. The statue of Saint Anne attends to the stolid infant Baptist.
dreams 1
She dreamed of the damp, the green blight that snapped as it fell on the grain that, now, would never breathe the fizz of yeast, neither in the loaf nor in the cask, but he dreamed of the patina on the engagement ring that she left on her lover’s dresser.
science fiction 1
Io. The moon reminds everybody of an old origin. Neapolitans recall their hometowns, and so do Sicilians. The colony remains, tumescent, swollen with newcomers. A murderer was lynched today, though he insisted on immolation, as his grandfathers knew. The settlers joke that they’re the only ones who think they’re home.
fable 2
The sun-god arrived in full regalia, which included his gilded chariot, driven by a train of eagles and lions and oaken wings. In arriving at the Sacred Cavern, he descended with the felicitous grace. The trade union grumbled at his presence, desiring adequate compensation for his obliviously short-sighted immigration policies.
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