i don’t know how this story’s supposed to go but i got a feeling it isn’t like this beginning as it does with the great splash of a crescent moon rising high as a daisy over the banks of the gulf and a town full of whitewashed houses thumbing their eyes like chicken bones there [...]
Tag: creativity
Spellbound
someone put a spell on it that’s all i know and unzipped the seat of the morning like faded blue denim on that day built like an iceberg, at the same hour i went to see her— the old woman who lived in the house that tilted like a can at the foot of my [...]
Sandman Express
it was a muddy winter and the trains were always late i was heading west of the city— i was sure of it—by the gaps on a map i found in a dream under a forgotten stagecoach just south of the old diagonals, it told me, west of a buried treasure, and over the wall [...]
Myth of the Heroine
It is still startling to me—though the realization first fully came into my awareness more than a month ago—how many of my instincts I have spent the greater part of my life ignoring. Or, perhaps, stifling is the better word. And how easy—how tragically easy—it is to do. I tend to think there is a [...]
The Purple Peacock
it was a full moon somewhere and we were taking off the top of the world, eyes fixing on an uncertain point east of Venus and counting five men, six women and the sky swimming like a dove to meet us, air thick as silver i ended up there by a pull of the hand [...]
The Blind Pig
i don’t know what happens here at the arm of the great barn door the moment the day breaks through itself & the night capsizes between two watery thighs if the earth was made of salt we’d all be starving little belly full of hay sun breeze & a giant mud stage with a tambourine [...]
The Wolf
it was half-past the time of day when no road was the right road when all the churches were empty and the blues lit up like a highway over the dank southern sun vibes on the street had me feeling like second hand news, the way the sun beat the tile the steel breeze, the [...]
