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have you ever seen the rain

It rained every night, every single night, and the ground was always dry by morning. Everyone else slept through it, but not him, no, he woke up and watched it, because how could he ignore it pounding pounding pounding on the roof? Sometimes the air conditioning would kick in, and the house would shake slightly, […]

jack, studying lucy june

“You know she’s not from here?” Harlem sends a can of orange Fanta, dripping with condensation, sliding down the bar top. Jack grabs it. “Where’s she from?” “I don’t know,” Harlem shrugs. “The moon?” Laughter. Jack turns around. “This is a private conversation,” he tells the lurkers. “Get out.” “This is a public place,” one […]

leave your lover, come on home

leave your lover, come on home from the dangerous places you tend to roam. stand with me on the screened-in porch rain misting through, remember I’m yours. leave your lover, come to me, though I know you’ve grown used to being free. stand with me and we’ll watch the storm and talk about the burdens […]

styrofoam

She closed the microwave. “Hey, maybe you shouldn’t do that,” Marshall said, from where he was sitting leaning against the wall. “Think about cancer.” “I know about cancer,” Florence said. “What, you want to die?” Florence sighed, watching the container spin around and around. She thought that if you could be very tiny, you could […]

yellow-green light

The sky is matte gray, the ground is a sheen of oil, and yellow-green light pours over the scene casting our hero in shadow. Who’s our hero? Doesn’t matter. No one special. Just a girl in a coat, walking down a sidewalk and looking up at the buildings. “I hate it here,” she thinks, and […]

big muddy down

people don’t sound like that anymore, no, not low, slow like the river rolling through, big muddy down to the delta, not now, no, people these days just don’t sound like you.

I guess I use Substack now (but my heart belongs to WordPress)

I’ve watched the world change. Is that melodramatic? I remember watching a DVD on my first PC, a hefty Compaq laptop that probably weighed as much as I did, a little preteen obsessed with document creation. I remember trading that for a Chromebook, and that for a Pavilion—the device I currently type upon. I remember […]

eleven eleven

11:11 by Arkells on 11/11 Hello, blogging world! I feel like it’s been a while since I wrote a real “blog post” that wasn’t actually just “flash fiction posted on a blog.” Does that make sense? Recent reads I’m currently (even as I write this) listening to the audiobook Wavewalker by Suzanne Heywood. I’m only […]

agency room 270

“Bottom of the page, #813.” Dutiful students turn to the page, and fingers find the passage, nails tapping at the indentation. Agency. People talk about agency all the time. Sure, you can make your own decisions. You just have to be willing to live with the consequences. The carpet is brown, gray, beige. A tapestry […]

alternate reality

“Oh,” she says, with confidence, “I never loved him.” Everything gets really still, suddenly. She crosses one leg over the other, slowly, and takes a sip of her drink. “You know, I prayed that I’d love him the way I should, which, I guess it turned out was not at all.” “Vera,” her friend says, […]