Between arriving and departing, the night is in its middle when he calls. The men you almost marry sound like ash on the phone, so much fire gone. I can only answer. There are no more questions between us, we speak in declarations now: “That place on 4th was infested. You remember.” I should say, … Continue reading
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Day 212 of 35 (Day 2 of NaPoWriMo)
When I tell it, I say that the sun was setting behind us to make them believe that it was inevitable and that everything has an end. This is a story teller’s lie. I tell them that we sat in swings on a playground near the beach, which is true, and makes us children only … Continue reading
Day 85 of 35
Mourning I went out into the mud and rain to watch stalled horses, nervous and full of heat, neigh and kick at thunder until the storm passed, and the ghost was given. Continue reading
Day 52 of 35
It was January, but not cold enough for coats. My shoulders were bare, I think; or, maybe they weren’t. But, the wind, I know the wind was blowing because I remember it stopping, as if in deference to us both. Continue reading
Untempered Glass 