My post a day plan involves haiku strategy: words in place on time.
Huck took a drag from his cigarette and then another one, deeper this time as he watched the beat-up Chevy pickup pull up to the gas pump nearest him. It was after three in the morning, there were hardly ever customers … Continue reading
She stood in the courtyard watching as the winsome decorations were hung by the workers, keeping to the edges of the wall where she wouldn’t be seen. Later, in the darkness, when the nets were filled with butterflies and the … Continue reading
“My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.” ― Patricia Highsmith Whelp, it’s January 1 again. In many years past I have come to a blog and laid out a ton of resolutions I have, and … Continue reading
my memories of you are lace hazy and tinted with that remembrance shade of blue you’re always in focus but never in the frame your back walking away, and middle fingers frame these memories, but I can still sometimes feel our … Continue reading
Who does she think she is? I ask myself this over and over as I’m sitting at my vanity, applying thick coats of concealer and constructing my mask. Yesterday I cut my hair short – boy short. Today I do … Continue reading