Beautiful Cassandra, I’m going to ask you not to look at the myth— no matter how they tell it, it doesn’t end well for you. Mute prophecy a moment. The history of birdsong is also yours. Remember, it was a heron, not a god, that made sense of chaos. Let its cadence sway you now … Continue reading
If you ever lived in a desert as a child you know that every so often you miss it. Not for its expanse of night sky, the way the stars never surrender to the dark while you lay on the hood of your grandmother’s Impala, and not for the lizards you hunted with your sister … Continue reading
Continued from Day 99 of 35: He took them apart, stripped them to their gears, cleaned and reassembled, and still, the ornate French mantel clock and the cuckoo were a millisecond apart, and the Grandfather was always a full tick-tock behind—its chime the last to announce the passing hour. I came home once and slept … Continue reading
I left home at 17, and my father took to filling the house with clocks that he could never synchronize. Continue reading
Lips blue, voice thinned, she tells me she misses earthquakes and the lover who left her in this dark Missouri wood. Continue reading
still nothing Continue reading
I’m at a car dealership. This is what the last few days have been about. Distraction. Continue reading
Amber had left Jimmy, had left all of them, really, after the doctor’s pumped his stomach and announced that he would live. She couldn’t face anyone. She was lost in a sadness that came within minutes of relief. She no longer knew what to do. She could not love him enough to make him happy, … Continue reading
In the morning, Amber woke to silence—the bird was still asleep beneath its cover and seemed to have disappeared like a magician’s assistant. Josiah had lit another fire and left a note and a pot of oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins for her. I’m at your place. No rush. You need to eat. –J. … Continue reading
The hot air balloon passed low, and not until it was lost on the horizon did she stop craning her neck to the sky. Continue reading
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