Title provided by Jeanette Weaver
‘I am concerned for Janet, Rudy. And for Jim.’ Rudy stood in his customary place behind the front desk, puzzled and surprised. ‘I believed that they were doing quite well, sir. I was not aware that there was cause for concern.’ ‘Do you know what is happening this very moment?’ ‘I believe I do, sir. [...]
I hate these days where I wake up to the rain and have a headache. What is worse is that I know why I have a headache, and it has nothing to do with soju. Removing mold from a Korean apartment is quite the undertaking, as mold in Korea grows with a vengeance. Imagine New [...]
Pt. 1 – Charlie Pt. 2 – … goes to Canada, sort of Pt. 3 – … and the Big Blue Ox Pt. 4 – … and the Big Blue Ox pt. II Charlie looked down at the shiny face clasped around his wrist, and squinted his blue eyes against the circular, blinding glare that [...]
She took one tentative step, and then another. All around her, musicians and dancers filed off stage. She would be among the last to leave. Though the blackness pressed in, she felt her shoulders relax. Nothing bad could get to her; the new security team was too good.
A warm trickle of breeze swept past her ear. Within it bubbled the hint of a malignant chuckle.
“Found you.”
An assignment for my digital art class: create a poster/ad using only text and only black and white. No additional shapes, lines, colors, etc. Very limiting, but here’s what I came up with using my website and its slogan.
The speakeasy exists in American culture as a wonderful relic of the Prohibition era, when gathering together under the same roof as a bunch of other people in order to get sauced was completely illegal unless you all happened to be drinking wine and having little crackers to go with it. It’s a relic of [...]
I am a thief of words Rhythms and syncopations Falling from open mouths Like flowers kissed With seasonal demarcation I am a thief of time Obligations, chaining red wrists, Lay broken I run into the sun Under arcing blue transparencies The great magnet stealing me From daily chicaneries I am a ruffian Cloaked with skins [...]
So many people sharing their heart, So many looking for love. So many broken, embittered stones Giving up on that light above. Stones that once were infant hearts, Broken far too soon. Shattered pieces, Across the battlefield of love, Are strewn.
I dreamed that I died. chalk boned carrion picked over the feast long gone gaping hollowed windows persistant half-opened mouths snarled a sufeit of emptiness it hovers the liquid melted sun an alchemy of rippled heat evaporation’s reflection once a bucolic scene now eclipses into stark barren godless stone burning glittering sand cactus stand on [...]