“Never put clothes in drawer,” Nana scolded me. She had come to visit for my thirteenth birthday. “If they’re in drawer, how can get out?” She smacked the top of my hand, then made me lift my arms and stuck
O! Psychopaths!
Gerrie decided to sell the boat to the couple standing outside looking at the “for sale” sign posted in one of the cabin windows. She didn’t do much thinking about the possible consequences. She knew only one thing and that
Rational Ethnographic Nightmare in Form of Word Problem
Whereas Q is the White amalgamatory empire, and F is the sun, which never sets: gold chip in the septic sky. QF is the ultimate holy, final, penultimate, answer to life, happiness, and love. However, if L, the exports of
Cur.tain
i.We’ve seen armchairs yarned in factories as they take away great grandmother with cancer of the lungs, a string of long fluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long room that is woven of her memorized thread
Free Spirit
People are always calling me a Free Spirit. I’d like to think it’s because I remind them of one of those Kabbalah types, the women with the rolled-up rubber mats tucked under their armpits, running errands in stretchy pants. Fact
Tache Noire
“Tache noire is the dark, red-brown stripe that develops horizontally across the eyes when the eyelids are not closed after death.” – from Emedicine.Medscape.com The red cabin by the sea used to house a serial killer. The small structure
Featured Visial Artist Issue #8
Tyler Mallory grew up in his mother’s art studio in a small town outside of Atlanta. He began his photography career as a photojournalist in Washington D.C., where a mentor challenged him to try to “Look at everything as if
The Story of Figs
[A woman, Michal, sits on stage with a pile of figs which, during the course of the play, she slices.] [at first glowingly] It was to be wrapped To be carried off. Be encumbered. Be wound like bed sheets. Surrounded.
Tampa Bay
The hospital. MASON and DIXON stand in a hallway next to a door. They appear bright and comfortable. At the nurse’s station a NURSE and a DOCTOR lean in close to one another. They whisper: DOCTOR: What are their names?
I Turned Into Bright Carbon! I Became for You a Diamond!
REMEMBER that time I flick wrote something on your flick hand as you were leaving and flick you said why are you writing on my flick hand and I didn’t say Anything but just kept flick kept