I once wondered why Mom and Dad left me that day as I groped all over the kindergarten classroom for them while I wiped my tears with the back of my hands. I once wondered why Mom kept my sister and me inside making us do multiplication and division problems when right out the window […]
Five minute love songs,Boston boys with red roses,clandestine kisses.
A Runaway Bride, Quick Dry Correction Fluid, Shake Well Before Use.
The earth trembles as the rusty metal chains of the old garage door growls and retreats back up into its crusty shell allowing the big man in the jet black suit to force his way into the silent, lightless room holding three glass souls that never fail to stare up at him with their nebulous […]
Thick long grey strands of winding loops move in and out escaping into the already made hoops as she casts on effortlessly, reminiscing. Knit, knit, purl, purl, knit, knit, purl, purl, knit, knit, purl, knit, knit, knit, pur–she stops. Slip, slip, slip. Her needles quiver, sharp, tense, apologetic; she forgets how to undo the mistaken stitch. […]
Fold the square into four little squares then like this and no, not like that. Yeah, like that. Two small bodies, crouch forward together with virginal heads bent, knees kissing maple wood floor, and tiny hands clutching onto plum-cherry pink paper, almost in the form of prayer. She always made sure I creased the folds […]
That Fall evening, her pretty pink dress colors wet with dark gray raindrop stains running down to her Satin Touch tights as she stomps down one of Philadelphia’s puddled streets with heels pointed forward, splashing silver water soaking all ten toes, cold. Movements behind her, an olive-green Buick awkwardly pulls up beside the lonely drunk […]
I refuse to share this mug with you. It’s not because I’m afraid that our saliva will mix, or that our lip prints might touch. It’s also not because I might get your cooties, even though I know you have them. But it’s your dust that scares me. When you pick this white mug up […]
I try to dig my face into the scratchy olive turtleneck, but only my chin succeeds. The wind cuts my cheeks over and over again as I wait for your shadow to appear around the corner. I take out the silver-plated lighter from the pocket of my faded blue-green jeans. I flick it on and […]
You sit there alone on your bedroom floor gluing the tiny body parts to your plastic soldier models. You have always liked to do that. You look up at me with your disfigured smile, while your eyes chill me to my bones. Yet there is something about them that seems to be ready to shatter […]