Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Originally posted on authoranonblog:
Maybe that’s all there is. Maybe one day you walk out of the office heading for nowhere and end up here. Eye to eye with everything that’s left of Bessie the desert cow you never knew you cared about. Until now. You waltzed out of the gas station, one brain cell…
a walk, shortened, in October bluster. black branches flailing. shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. carpet the catwalks. stick to the shoes. the future’s opaque. carrying, carrying things. stumbling towards rest. knuckles of anxiousness push up, under the jawline. birthing ball bearings. must be swallowed. […]
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