Unimportant Verse 9
Tightly wound springs Of very carefully Not touching. Secret words To be said With confidence. Rules. Prohibitions. Limits. Discussions planned, Side-channels arranged, Whiskey purchased. And now anxiety Over what it means And how...
Unimportant Verse 6
Complementary, clashing anxieties. Dull clamor of intersecting feelings. Need, desire, craving, jealousy. Worry, fear, care, prayerful fretting. Love, lust, friendship, a need to share. Emotions on emotions on emotions, and, often, comfortable...
Unimportant Verse 5
"Comrade" would I call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "Lovely" have I called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. So, comrade, onward, ever onward. I know I cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying...
Unimportant Verse 4
We fit together in the strangest ways and seem to seek new seams to savor. Such joins are hardly perfect, thread tugging fabric unevenly unless it's reinforced over and over again. We seem to seek new seams to savor, and, weak though they are,...
Unimportant Verse 3
When you arrive, the whole world gets slow. Sluggish, amber-colored air mellows lively conversations. Everyone stops, marvels, turns eagerly toward you; and there are no complaints about warming our faces in the sun.
Unimportant Verse 2
Resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned, takes a toothbrush and olive oil. Slow, steady strokes across, around... soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time. But no one that day was nearly as blessed, seeing a coin shine through...
Unimportant Verse 1
I see your past in cross-processed film, in blown-out colors and over-saturation. You told me all about it, told me grand stories: you were going to go back in time and save the world. I see your past in yellows and browns, in umber and...
Every time I fall
Every time I fall, The ground tells me I'm in love. "'Cause love is All low," it says. "And loves is Places." And I always argue, That love is all people. That love is dogs, And cats. And love is Emotions. But every time I fall, ...
Bruise Vision
## I **Geese level:** _Unnerving_ -- **Expect:** _anxiety_ A hundred geese overhead -- A thousand -- A million -- Heady scent of premonition. Acrid tang of ill omens. Portents. Too much meaning In too small a space. * * * ## II **Geese...
You're Gone
_You're Gone_ is an exploration in grief, told through instant messages to a dead loved one. All you need to do is send the messages. Hard as that may be. * * * ### [Play the game](http://writing.drab-makyo.com/fiction/sawtooth/youre-gone/play) (or...
Vignette: Acts of Intent
> _Lines and curves, lines and curves. Beginning now._ Seven o'clock, and the 13th Street crowd was headed to dinner, or focusing on a postprandial stroll. Jacob was focused on lines. On arcs and straight edges. On corners and angles. > _The cans of...
At His Whim
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. How the fuck did I wind up here? Okay, cat, come on, you can do this. Mind's all sorts of hazy, but just need to keep track of things, try and remember back to where things got started. Oh god, so full...how does...oh...