REDUCED BY THE WEATHER BY JESSE RIO RUSSELL
Once, in a tenuous conversation,
A woman I had hoped to fall in love with turned to me
With great physical expression
And gasped, “Oh God…?”
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Once, in a tenuous conversation,
A woman I had hoped to fall in love with turned to me
With great physical expression
And gasped, “Oh God…?”
Ayn King stood on the wet, grassy field; soldiers, press, and nearby citizens gathered around her in drab, muddy grays and browns.
Read MoreWe came upon each other once. As we drew closer, he scowled, and ducked his head toward the ground. “Hurry up,” he said to the lawn passing by
Read MoreWhat this tells us
is the number of
revolutions in
the life cycle
of an open cusp
of ball bearings
Posted by admin | Jun 19, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
They teased him before he lost his sight, but it’s different now—coming back to this school for grade seven, a year after the car accident that shattered his life and his face, leaving him blind, visibly scarred, and desperately wanting to fit in.
Read MoreGestation periods vary
like cranium measurements
Posted by admin | Jun 6, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 1 |
Despite the chill January temperature, I felt pleasantly warm at the top of the first mountain. It was mostly from the exertion combined with the layers of cold weather gear, but also from satisfaction at my first Winter hike in the Rocky Mountains.
Read More“We could pack a picnic basket. Scotch for me. Cuervo for you,” he said; “We could libate Mom with a beer!” He laughed into the phone. Then sobbed, and grew silent.
Read MorePosted by admin | May 17, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
“Dad,” I announced, “I’m going to get a PhD.”
He looked up, and raised his eyebrows. “Why?” he said, with the y curling up into the atmosphere, as if it were utterly alone without answer.
Oh no not again, I thought. What kind of argument will it take this time? “Because I want to be the boss.”
He smiled and quickly tilted his up and back down, “Okay.” He said, and went back to reading his paper.
Posted by admin | Jun 18, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Anything can become a keepsake as long as its owner designates it as such. For me, it is a piece of cardboard about five inches long and about two and a half inches wide.
Read MoreYou write too much, he said,
you shouldn’t write so much,
you should let this scribbling
linger in the cellar like a fine wine.
Posted by admin | Jun 18, 2018 | Visual Art | 0 |
Green slimy skin like a wet lime
The teeth, oh the teeth
