aderkatch | February 18, 2010
I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]
yumado | November 30, 2009
As I walked through the park, I heard someone crying.
I stopped by the cave and saw the bear with his head in his hands.
“What is the matter?” I asked with caution.
He looked up at me, drunk as a skunk.
yumado | November 16, 2009
Sometimes, I’m tempted to exercise my right to bear arms.
But then I stop to consider the pain inflicted onto the bear.
…So, I don’t.
aderkatch | November 10, 2009
I was never fond of the tall, heavy pale blue apartment doors in our building; the way they opened and closed with those fierce slams always left me alone and unwelcome in the hallway. This one was labeled “6H”, and after I knocked, Sal’s mother emerged from inside. She had been expecting me.
“Hi Mrs. G.”
“Salvatore [...]
yumado | November 4, 2009
In the distance, a rifle has gone off.
The birds scatter. Animals patter.
Most likely a hunting scene.
Nonetheless, I drive over to investigate.
I see a man lying in a pool of blood.
The smell of cigarrettes draws my attention.
I pull out my gun and spot him, laughing.
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