What I wouldn’t give for a silent holy night without that snoring in the next room rattlin’ the window panes.
Category Archives: Prose
A Smart Accessory to Murder
Alexa, play that song that goes, “those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.”
I Am the Deafening Silence
I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.
The Earth is Flat and Other Lies I Tell Myself
Morning comes the way it always does, harsh and sudden and unwelcome. I’ll just hit snooze one more time. I won’t be late again.
The Girl Who Screamed in the Night
I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.
Fern Factory
In a green and mossy wood, a beam of sunlight lit a clump of ferns.
I Choose the Lonely Road
It’s overcast and gloomy, and the tin shacks sprinkled alongside the road look somber, as if they’re depressed too when the sun’s not out.
Found: One Women’s Slipper, Right Foot, Fur Trim, Some Water Damage
I couldn’t very well leave it there. It had a mate somewhere and whether it had been lost or abandoned was not for me to know.
And Still the Planet Burns
We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window
It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’llContinue reading “There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window”
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