Category: ‘short story’

a story i’m playing with

August 24, 2010 Posted by the writer

untitled (aka work in progress)

I notice that I have blue hands the first day that I meet Xavier. (more…)

detoured track of a steady course

August 18, 2010 Posted by the writer

detoured track of a steady course

I’m in love with a woman that hates the word love and says there’s no such thing as a promise.

I first saw Marilyn on the Wildwood boardwalk. A cool night after a hot summer day. The scent of salt water and dry seaweed mixed with funnel cake and french fries. If you don’t know Jersey, I guess that sounds gross. When you grow up on the shore like I did, it’s intoxicating. (more…)

a surface of insentience

August 8, 2010 Posted by the writer

a surface of insentience

I agree to be hypnotized. I believe going deeper might slow my tapping foot.

My left foot is always the first thing to unfold. My face gives nothing away.

Tennessee says horrible things about me. She waits to hear the clang of my
car door after work before she starts talking. (more…)

temperamental transfer

August 5, 2010 Posted by the writer

temperamental transfer

‘So what type of lover are you?’ she asks the man trying to act like she doesn’t startle him, trying to pretend like he doesn’t have a permanent image of his nineteen minute acquaintance canvassed across the inside of his eyelids.

The airport shuffles with families dragging too much luggage; businessmen jetting off in search of exotic mistresses; employees ashamed that their English isn’t better. No one appears to have a direct focus, except for her. Her eyes don’t leave him. (more…)

dormant details shaking sense

July 27, 2010 Posted by the writer

dormant details shaking sense

You open your eyes with foreign disorientation. Beside you is someone you loved a very long time ago. The fact that you loved them isn’t on your mind – it’s the way that you loved them.

You loved this person in a new way when they told you to never wear lipstick because ‘…your mouth is too beautiful to be covered with anything except for my lips.’

And when you kissed, it was like swallowing sky. (more…)

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