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[Newest] Stories
Thud. Thud.Thudthudthud.
"For God’s sake!" Al squeezed the volume button on the remote as loud as the TV would go. But it was still not enough. It wasn’t just the noise; Al could deal with that. It was more the vibration, the throbbing, random jolts to his chest—Thudthud.Thud.
“Damn it!” Al sprung up in his recliner. He hurled the remote, his pupils blossoming when plastic and batteries smashed against the wall. His feet hit the cold hardwoods and shuffled to the window, snagging his ratty sock on a loose floor nail. He slid open the window a few inches and squinted toward the street. They were already at it, on a goddamn Saturday morning at that. Must be five or six of them. Al’s stomach burned at the sight.
Touch the water, and taste your hand.
Touch my sea and feel its bile.
Tend the surface of this holy water
that I wrecked before I burned.
His salt and mine, his last command
I could not stride to follow.
A condiment of his rage, I drowned my sorrow
before he could throw me in the fire.
I bought my daughters kaleidoscopes
From a toy shop in Seattle.
An Indigenous totem pole stands in Pioneer Square
Among the trees and buildings.
I saw you speaking with blue in your mouth
I wanted to kiss it out. To take that blue and […]
Mother’s backyard was groomed,
except for the fenceless perimeter
where wild blackberries loomed
seven feet tall.
Every year she would cut them back.
Every year they grew back, with a
vengeance, calling to mind science
fiction tales – carnivorous plants
who devoured their humans, slowly.
Why, I wondered, didn’t she call in
the experts to kill them? […]