I have crisped under hot skies and I’m ready for the cooling. August isn’t even half done, but my summer is on the downswing. I have started to notice that the daylight is less: the sun is finally exhaling after weeks of holding its breath. I am deeply aware of the twilight tonight. I am [...]
Categories: inklings, snippets from somewhere
Perhaps we are among the last. To listen to the click of an analog clock and stare at the possibility within a blank page. Pen hovering and heavy with unformed phrases. We are searching for the story. The heart, the beat, the string of what runs along our bones. Amassing graphemes and morphemes in the [...]
Categories: inklings, these small moments
We sat on the balcony, my words and I, tossing back ice-cold cider and summertime snacks. Sweating bottles and sweaty temples, the sticky sun crisping our stomachs and toes. We chuckled into the silence of crows and sparrows and magpies and bees. Biding and buying time. Stocking up against the autumn staring into the corners [...]
Categories: inklings
The second time her brother left she ate a 14 oz. tin of cherry pie filling and washed it down with 500 mL of chocolate milk. The sound of water boiling became accusatory. Her daily shower rasped like steel brushes against her skin until her pores were naked and raw. Steam accosted her nostrils with [...]
Categories: inklings
She washes her hands. The soap smells like the Indian grocery store and other places she’s never been. The water is too cold, but she lets it run over her wrists for a few more seconds than necessary as she scrutinizes the shape of her chin in the mirror.
He opens the door. The air is [...]
Categories: inklings, random acts of fiction
