To be labeled as a new arrival,in maternity wards, at baggage claims, a shop’s window display,softly pink and weary travels and small paper tags.To be born, to be delivered, to be bought and to be sold. Or perhaps it’s a Christmas gift wrapped in shiny red paperand safely tucked under an aluminum tree.Another trinket, another … Continue reading (New) Arrival(s)
I remember when I was small, and blonde and quiet and all the other things I forgot how to be, I would wrap my arms around a baby doll, hug her to my chest and whisper in her plastic ear, “I love you, Maddie.” I would chew on her cloth fingers and draw on her … Continue reading Cabbage Patch
It starts simply enough-- a new thing needs a new home so I scrape the pages and piles from the desk and wipe a rough rag across its face. Then the drum head perched rather precariously above looks like it needs the same attention. As I hang the hand-painted Reaper again on its nail a … Continue reading April 7 : Clean
Porchlight floats in soft through threadbare curtains crisscrossing our shadows with the kitchen's single-bulb glow while we stand slowly swaying, bare feet dancing in tiptoed steps, quietly on the crushed carpet. The stereo is low but the night is late and the music sounds like surround as he curls me against his chest before casting … Continue reading April 6 : Requiem
This beast was prompted by an object. The goal was to take a tangible object that had no value for anyone else and write a story about it. A beast loomed before me. Its skin was a blinding white, and its knobby spine clicked in resistance. A single fang slid from its mouth, shining and sharp. … Continue reading One More From Class
Typewriter Moon 