When the breeze catches just right I can smell the gardenias in the neighbor’s yard. A pretty fiction, with ivory blossoms in their full unfurl that smell like grace and bruise like egos. I suspect it would supersede accepted customs to clip a couple for my own. Or pitch a chair in closer proximity for… Continue reading Redolent Of
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Verses, Curses
Context: For most of this year, I haven't been writing creatively. It was a massively busy work year, sprinkled with some personal dysfunction, loss, and emotional and logistical disarray. I've been feeling the pull to write again, but lacking any creative spark or flow to my thoughts. Tonight I was bound and determined to set… Continue reading Verses, Curses
Signs of Life
If I simply soften and fade will an imprint of me remain, collecting tolls or delivering dinner platters in perpetuity. Will my neighbors say about me, “she seemed nice, but we didn’t know her much.” Will the sound of the television in the evenings continue to emanate from my apartment windows, and will the mail… Continue reading Signs of Life
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