Prose INT. TAXI. EVENING. Greenwich village, a late summer evening, the sun casts a rosy glow on the neighborhood. A lively street can be seen through the taxi windows. GREG, 44, a tall bearded man in a sports jacket and nice shoes, sits anxiously in the cab drumming his fingers on his brown leather briefcase. …
Poetry As the fumes of cheap fireworks drift away, and that twenty third shot begins to take effect. A flurry of cliched memes & motivational quotes race through your black screen, All echoing the same refrain: “New Year, New Me!” You push yourself through the hectic hive of work, In return for deflated wages in …
Prose Hand and hand we make our last pilgrimage. I remember you traced the silver scars on my fingers with your thumb. You smelled of your bed and lavender, flashing your teeth as you laughed. We talked of life and death, of prayers and old religion; the difference in thoughts and the way we spoke, …
Prose I sit in silence and shed the bark from my hide, gouged out by claws of an entity bound to hunger and corrupt. In quiets of Wednesdays and when faced with questions about time I frame them with your face and soundtrack them to your voice. Winding my timepiece with your gilted teeth, fastening my …
Prose She cupped her hands around the mug, chasing away the cold settling into her fingers. She remembered the first time she’d been in this café, her first date with him, and despite the fact that he no longer accompanied her, she still found herself sitting at the same table by the window every week. …
Prose I crave the peace of knowing another. Of another knowing me. At 1 AM the past lovers who never made it past six months haunt me. I am afraid to love, and I am afraid to be loved because those moments are what keep me up at night. When they told me they loved …
Prose He snatched me away from the beach on an otherwise normal day, one where I was taking a break from my duties at home. The beach was a sanctuary to me, a respite of sorts. I served my father and brothers, my mother having died some years prior, and as the sole daughter it …
Prose When I was a child, it was my job to watch the bread as it baked, to take it out of the oven when it was golden-brown and perfectly risen. Often, I would find myself distracted – by a stray cat maybe, by my neighbours shouting, or even by an errant butterfly that had …
Prose Content Warnings: Neurodivergent (autistic) perspective, implied ableism That time of the year again. Your time. That cushy little month where the winter days begin tofade and the sun comes poking out, when everyone gathers together to share theirexperiences with you. They tell stories about how you brought them together, completed thatpart of them they …
Prose She slides into the taxi,mid-bitch, not even breaking her stride; “…and you know I hate when you commit me to these lame ass work parties, and especially on a Tuesday night. I just want to relax, not force conversation with the dipshits you work….” “Honey it’s just a couple drinks,” he’s using the low, …
