December 2008
8 posts
"his blood was fused with turnip juice and...
thomas edward britton wakes up from a coma and stumbles down the stairs, iv’s in tow. “what the mother fuck is this?” he says, dragging rusted pipe and tubing behind him. his legs give in in halfway down the spines of the building and he collapses in on himself like an accordion. “where are my keys. where are my goddamn keys.” he exclaims, gripping what remains of his...
my neighbor has a son who sleeps in a drawer
i have a car that runs on shredded wheat and in the morning i fuel with two percent to get the wheels moving i have a toadstool to sit on at night and i sing “coral. the breadwinner.” to put it to bed in a glossy, yellow glow i have a neighbor down two houses from me whose son sleeps in a drawer below socks to keep warm when moonlight travels far and i have two hands and eight fingers...
caroline stevens
my partner in crime, her name was caroline stevens. she lived next door to me. she was nice. she was pretty. in the 3rd grade when we were on spring break we snuck into mr. mccuphrey’s backyard. he didn’t know we were there. we just wanted to climb the giant tree in his backyard. we always wished one of us had a tree like that of our own. we wanted to build a treehouse. scott tanner...
daydream deposit boxes
10:15 - I think my tooth is falling out. I think it’s been falling out for a while. I can feel it in there. Wiggling. Writhing. Forcing its way out. It’s separating from the gum. I can feel it every time I smile. Every time I bite down on a carrot or a piece of meat. This isn’t good. I like steak. I like apples. It’s chipped. That’s a start. Shit. I really don’t want to lose another tooth. 10:57...
the tale of jack
jack lives a good life. he does. honest. his parents had him early on in their lives. so early that instead of drinking champagne at their wedding they drank apple cider. on jack’s first birthday, one year after they said they didn’t want anything to do with him, jack’s grandparents threw him a luau, a spectacular party with hula dancers and drums and a roast pig, and all the...
"effectively speaking on behalf of no one..."
past the pharmacy, past the signs, past the ill-lit dive bars, drunks, and bastards swimming in the gin and neon, semi-coated pink and green, past stretch 313 and the abandoned sullivan house with the cracks and the smells and the cats who chase mice through the stench of a basement buried beneath wrecked lamps and picture frames, into the darkness of the wood where poor peter carson lays upon...
"My Close Call"
The events herein take place three summers ago on a gorgeous, serene day in July in a lake under a waterfall just outside of Kapa’a, Hawaii. It is wholly factual, down to the fibers, and reprocessed for the first time since its occurrence. It goes as such: We drove for an hour or so down the only main street on the island. Poipu’s beach was as beautiful as any other but we were looking...
I speak slower now, to seem more like an old soul
Preface We spent the majority of our weekends hiking the paths along the riverside in Northern California, the frisk autumn weather refreshing us with every new trail. Massive redwood trees rose towards the azure ceiling, lining the tranquil stream, reaching for the nebulas above. The waters effervescence collected where rock met dirt, splashing softly, glistening in the morning sun. Magnificent...