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Posted on December 16th, 2013

Let’s talk about something else for a minute. Let us finally think about that thing that doesn’t really bother us. Because from the second you wake up to the moment you put your head back down again, your thoughts are so predictable. They’re these personal things, things that we may not share, but understand. And when you think about all those people in the world and how much you want to unravel their masks, you wonder, really wonder, if the things that baffle you, baffle them. Makes you feel closer and farther. Makes you feel small and centered. You think of what you are, what you’d like to be, then what others are, and you realize that change is this simple bend of the…

Tuna

Posted on September 15th, 2013

The cat thought it the most interesting thing, at that moment, of there being food left in front of an unguarded door. There was nothing to discourage him from trying the tuna, which naturally discouraged him, and he didn’t feel hungry, which only left him unsatisfied and insatiably needing something. His diamond black eyes wondered occasionally at the balcony from the other side of the complex, knowing he was nearly 500 feet from where the can had been mysteriously placed. He was perched on a thick, white rail, which swayed heartlessly, but he managed to balance himself. He was a cat and he was light. Pst, pst, pst. C’mere, pst, pst, pst. He could hear the rattle from the bottle. His food — brown…

The Worlds

Posted on June 12th, 2013

Maybe she is a crook, dutifully hunting for her next bite on the whim of the prodding sea air. My nibble on her lure is sincere and swearing. We promise our unmasked selves, our vast insecurities. Watching the fish make circles around the glimmering plastic was a pleasant pastime of mine, for their watery dashes would stay permanent in the sea, like the lines of a pencil filled in a playbook, and sometimes I would tease them and erase their marks with a quick flutter of my tailfin through their plans. She, the fisherman, would come daily, early in the morning when the sun barely cast itself through the cold, cold water, but don’t mind me, for I guess the water is below a…

Shade

Posted on May 7th, 2013

When I was younger, I was obsessed with climbing the trees in my backyard. We had many different kinds. There was the apple – which I had planted myself –the oak, and a few willow trees. On one of the sunniest days of summer, a few weeks before I would begin the fourth grade, I squinted my way through our backyard. I was running after our pet rabbit, which I had accidentally let loose. He was much too fast for me, however, and I breathlessly gave up the chasing and hoped he would tire himself out. I looked around the yard and smiled at one of the trees closest to the house. It was our favorite, giving shade to use and adventure to seek…

Ricochet

Posted on March 31st, 2013

“You’re dwelling,” the moth started to play with my eyelashes, twirling its light body in sporadic spins. I groaned, “Not you again,” I swiped at the air and asked, “Dwelling?” “You sure are, are dwelling,” he did a big spin around my head, avoiding the smoke from a nearby cigarette. You could hear a ding each time he went through one of the thin smoke rings. “Where am I dwelling? That word’s starting to sound funny now. Dwell, dwelling, dwell.” “You’re dwelling in the past,” the moth landed on the shelf where my feet were resting and I tried to kick him away, but he wouldn’t be scared off. In a moment of weakness, I spied on the swallow. “Oh, now you’re just being…

Desire Comes, Desire Fades

Posted on February 19th, 2013

For then, that day really, she sat by her phone and thought of the rat, Whiskers, back home. The sedentary creature was likely napping, lying in a lap and basking in the fake warmth that came with revealing the formerly unspeakable. That was the kind of rat Whiskers was, full of little secrets told in smoky rooms, later sprinkled with hot, unattractive lies. Whiskers was the quick-witted, long tailed, fattened rat whose ears perked at your loneliness and whose teeth gnawed away your insecurities. Little do you know, that there’s so little we know. Damn moles. There was a 7 hour time difference, from one coast to the other, each wave crashed heavily on either of the beaches, like a symphony of bass instruments,…

Riff Raff

Posted on January 28th, 2013

The moon was sliced right down the middle, so perfectly in half, and though they knew it was the sun’s harsh beams that made it appear incomplete, they took it in and said it was okay. Tomorrow night would be different. It wouldn’t always look so partial. To her, it was lonely. He could see the reflection of it in her eyes, out of the corner of his own, and he wanted to comfort her, tell her that he would always be there to draw the complete moon with his index finger. There were Christmas songs playing, the happy ones that made them think of past Christmases around fake plastic trees guarded by hastily wrapped gifts barely worth a dollar or two. They kept…

Deadpan

Posted on January 18th, 2013

You kick the dog in the hallway, hear it give the tiniest yelp, and avoid any mention of emotion. You have your light hair covering your left eye as you follow her. As you lay down first, you dart your head upwards, stare at that white ceiling and the cobwebs forming in the corners. Still no show of emotion, but it feels like fireworks are being set off in your shoe. There’s the stinging on your fingertips on each patch of her skin, the perpetual ping on your eardrum, and stabs of the numbness crawling up your calf. The way she bites your neck is making your jaw open, left ajar cause you resist making sounds. There are temporary red stains randomly on your…