Monthly Archives: May 2012

missing

Silver tresses fly wild and old bones bend double as she leans into the wind, wields hammer and chisel against a letter box, rusted shut. The question echoes each blow: How long since they’ve spoken?  Advertisements

missing

Silver tresses fly wild and old bones bend double as she leans into the wind, wields hammer and chisel against a letter box, rusted shut. The question echoes each blow: How long since they’ve spoken? 

/ Fire

party line

We found the surprise tied with yellow ribbon, bow hanging loose on the door. Broken glass said the piñata had already burst open, its bulging sides struck with long handles and black bottomed boots. The invitation said Do Not but the first

/ Fire

party line

We found the surprise tied with yellow ribbon, bow hanging loose on the door. Broken glass said the piñata had already burst open, its bulging sides struck with long handles and black bottomed boots. The invitation said Do Not but the first

the rough

Come on, son, pull your head out of the bag. Keep moving. I know it hardly seems fair, the way she slices you. It’s rough how she hooks you, drags you screaming to the bunker. She’s given you the shanks

the rough

Come on, son, pull your head out of the bag. Keep moving. I know it hardly seems fair, the way she slices you. It’s rough how she hooks you, drags you screaming to the bunker. She’s given you the shanks