It was a hatin’ day. Corinne knew it as soon as the creamer curdled in her coffee. grandmamma always told her to pay attention to the signs. Corinne switched to tea but knew that no matter how positive an attitude she started with, some days were destined to challenge you. She Read more…
Cousin Hagatha is coming to spend the weekend again. Shoot me now. Seriously, just do it, one nice clean shot to the temple. My mother knows she is condemning me to a fate worse than hell. It is a purgatory of bland, amorphous indecisiveness. Hagatha is the Dick Parent’s niece. Read more…
Amy had loved heights from ever since she was a little lump in her papa’s arms. People never believe that she has memories of seeing the world from great heights before her first birthday. But she remembers being strapped to her father’s chest and watching the world pass by Read more…
Kyla wipes the black smudges from the corners of her eyes while watching him sleep. His breath is deep and thunders softly in his chest. But he is not fully snoring. Kyla is glad about this. She chews the inside of her lip as she counts through the positions they Read more…
‘be careful it’s raining’ It is Marta’s mantra. The words are spray-prainted on an umbrella her roommates made for her while she was juggling five lovers. At first Kim had tried to Sharpie the mantra onto an actual condom. Epic fail. They all howled with laughter sitting around the aqua blue table Read more…
8 min, 2.21.13 @ ezra’s pound on Dupont Ave, TO inspired by conversation snippet and couple feeding each other “Do you want a bite of this? You should taste it, it’s still warm. Omygod. So good” She’s extending the chocolate chunk cookie to him, so close to his mouth he Read more…
inspired by Hope on a Tightrope by Cornel West, 8 min 2.19.13 @ my desk “Well ain’t this a stitch. Huh Eddie?” Marie whispers the words because she is losing breath. She is numb from the waist down but she feels a sharp stab when she chuckles. There isn’t anything funny about Read more…
8 min in bed, 2.18.13. inspired by The Body Artist by Don DeLillo It is a dark and silent night outside the shed. It is a shed filled with books and bugs and a bright yellow light. A random edifice of kindness. The sign at the edge of the road says Read more…