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Tag Archives: lyrical prose
Hannah’s Lizard
saves her life. Hannah’s emotional support lizard is trained to see the signs and the symptoms and knows when to comfort Hannah. Hannah’s lizard will be able to save her life before any human could or would. Hannah’s lizard is … Continue reading
The Body
The body has acquired an extended life, floating down the newly created Venetian canals of New Orleans, almost lazy in disposition, face up like a tourist, gaping at the beaded verandas and abandoned terraces of a moratorium Mardi Gras. The … Continue reading
Red Tide of Vieques
This story is confused because I am confused, or rather the sailor who told me the story, in the brig, the whole week he seemed to be in a daze, barely stirring, and eating nothing but soup and bread, and … Continue reading
The Naïveté of Youth
My act of heroism? Retrieving a football from a neighbor’s roof where her brother overthrew the ball showing off his arm. I also brought back down an extra Nerf ball I found while I was up there but I scraped … Continue reading
Just Another Lazy Excuse for the Hardships of Life
The first year after the amputation, I was despondent and ashamed and I simply told people I lost my leg fighting in Afghanistan. But then that explanation led to more questions and more lies and people wanted to drive me … Continue reading
The Nothing That Happens
Late at night, her grandmother’s house, by her grandmother I mean some lady not quite 60 at the time who was raising her, providing a room, a bed, a place to sleep since her mother dropped her off and ran … Continue reading
Sofa King
The City of Ann Arbor issued a citation forcing us to remove the couch from the front porch and to clean the debris and junk strewn around the yard. This was the summer we rented a bush hog and mowed … Continue reading
Skin Tag (an Exaggeration)
The sun filled my ears if not my eyes and I remember squinting in paradise feeling the cloying warmth. This was on the Venice Beach boardwalk, on a crisp November morn, amber and comatose; in fact so wearisome, during a … Continue reading
Our House
Only the blood in my bones keeps me warm. Wake up to this chilling breath, shrouds out of my mouth, a dirge dog fog. My down comforter filled with sunken hopes, anchored by tears that swelled there. The marriage bed, … Continue reading
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