orange tree
You smell like oranges and hot skin. You are withered and brown and old and helpless and innocent. Mewling at the breast of your bastard mother, a country that doesn’t love you. You… Continue reading
You smell like oranges and hot skin. You are withered and brown and old and helpless and innocent. Mewling at the breast of your bastard mother, a country that doesn’t love you. You… Continue reading
This bag of cookies is watching me hatefully. It’s smashed and leaking crumbs and chocolate chips. It is a neon sign flashing the truth of my violence and irrationality. It proves your point. … Continue reading
“Was she beautiful?” I asked him, smiling. “Your wife?” He looked at me, long and strange, his yellow eyes wavering, glancing down, coming back to me. He opened his mouth a little, his… Continue reading
I dissolve, right away, on contact. Nothing to it. Drip, drip, drip and I am gone. My head is plenty empty, like your bones just laying there. I have become an entire… Continue reading
Write when you want to write. It’s a compulsion that feeds your soul. These are the things I tell myself, my gnawed fingers, my smoky hair and hands. Catch it before it flees.… Continue reading
I’m reading The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe for the first time, and meanwhile I’m watching the George Zimmerman trial every day on CNN. I’m thinking about how stories get retold, how they… Continue reading
This is how it always goes, right? How things are and how things were lose hold of themselves and crumble. The crumbs are leftover on the kitchen counter, in the light of the fridge at… Continue reading
“Oh, you think that’s gonna be enough for you?” Old Dave said loudly, his tongue thick and slurring with bourbon. “A wife and two kids, an above ground pool.” He snorted. “If you’re lucky.“… Continue reading
(Part Two) Down the hillside into the still-cold morning shadows, Michael was on his knees peering into a small hole in the ground. Melissa joined Lisa, who stood nearby watching. Michael’s body sprang… Continue reading
The dawn was breaking as the little group crested the hill. Melissa wrapped her arms tightly around herself as the procession came to a halt. Cold drops of condensation fell onto her skin… Continue reading