Palomitas for the Pasture?

They. Those. I see them. I see them, too, as do you. Those fleeting enticements Of the eye, (the glassy surface of the eye). In this garden of love Those peacocks sure do come a'callin'. But they aren't peacocks. They are palomitas. Ain't never goan be nothing but Palomitas Which offer no sustenance, No turbulence... Continue Reading →

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In Mr. Habte’s Apartment (also, see the writer’s challenge after this story)

a list of the contents in the trash bin belonging to Mr. Nadir Habte: one set of sweat-soaked, piss-wetted, blood-stained bed sheets one shattered bedside lamp and light bulb seven used tissues--all drenched in mucus and tears, some speckled with blood glass shards from a broken bathroom wall mirror scraps cut from a length of... Continue Reading →

The Bride

The Wandering Armadillo

I wait, betrothed to the earth

the desolate dolomite cliffs

jagged peaks; tectonic shifts

my wedding veil…the alpine mists

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consummate with rhythmic tide

so heedful of the hesitant bride

gentle, soon the waves subside

cleaving to the cave inside

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decades pass, and fiery gust

shall scorch the fields to barren rust

henceforth shall I only trust

a matrimony of decay and dust

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Fast

“My son refuses to eat,” the mother said. Even though her boy wasn’t a boy, but a grown man, that didn’t stop her from letting herself into his house and calling the local doctor for a home visit. “He says he is abstaining by choice,” the doctor explained after conducting a physical exam and consultation.... Continue Reading →

Things I’d Tell Each Person, Eye-to-Eye, If I Could or Water Affirmations

Ripple. A pinch or pound, your worth I found. On the matter of your appearance, I will find beauty, less of bounds. About something, your wisdom sound. Babble. I enjoy things of your personality. Your voice is for hearing and your writing for reading. I believe that you are capable of learning things new, on... Continue Reading →

Mel’s Hole

Werewhal

Mel’s hole is actually a story about two holes. The first hole was on Mel’s property in Washington state. It was rumored to be bottomless and people would come around to throw there garbage into it only to be greeted by no reports of the stuff crashing down to the ground.

Eventually this hole was alleged by Mel to be seized by the government and Mel would have to move on to other holes.

He found one in Nevada and this one was even stranger than the last. In true Pet Cemetery fashion, a nearby hunter threw his dead dog in the hole and saw it several days later, running through the woods.

Mel reported seeing a black light emit from the hole at night for short periods of time. For what purpose, even Mel couldn’t figure why.

One day, Mel decided to conduct an experiment. He took a live…

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To Go

"I grow wary of you." "You 'grow wary'?" She exhaled a puff of air. "Yes." "What is this, Richard the Third?" "No, but that is why I'm breaking up with you." She looked at him just underneath his collarbone without replying to his announcement for a while. Even the waiter--not the nosy type--who had just... Continue Reading →

Loss

It was desolate. Maybe she was the only mother in town who’d thought of taking her three-year-old daughter to the park. Though the trees were still naked and the grass half-brown, the sky was full of sun. By the end of March, she was going to do Spring things (dammit) even if the chilled wind... Continue Reading →

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