This Cold
This Cold begins to seep into my bones. . . .
Creative Writing
Electroconvulsive Therapy and the Damage Done
As a child, I spent most of my summer breaks with my grandparents in Daisy, Arkansas. They owned and tended to a large farm there. I can remember seeing them both work so hard. But they enjoyed every minute of the modest and fulfilling life they had created in the southwest corner of rural Arkansas.
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Patterns
Fingers ache from pin prick sticks, patterns revealed. Food into mouth, insulin into stomach makes the poison fade. Every day this balancing act continues: test, eat, dose. Medications and carbohydrates — fate’s a mischievous mistress. Food into mouth, insulin into stomach makes the poison fade. People speak of getting high like it’s a game without
The Edge of Faith
I There are three reasons for a man to fall to his death from a cliff. It might be an accident, either brought on by a quirk of nature or human error. An unfortunate turn of events may have brought him to some precipice at a bad time – like a sudden rainstorm causing him
Aerial and Earth
After a reign of three thousand moons, the giants from the stars, many-handed and many-footed, returned from whence they had come, strode back to their native planets and asteroids. They had grown weary of being in one place, which they could traverse from end to end in the space of one day. When they came,
Popsicles
Remember the hottest day ever— sweat open-faucet pouring over your kid head sweltering & miserable mouth huffing steam— when you heard the merry jingle from the ice-cream truck fingered $.25 pocket treasures swallowed hard & shoved-popsicle-push-up-unmannered-into-mouth tongue exploding sticky summer satisfied & suddenly— you never wanted that day to end? That is your top lip.