"Because I am now parent to my parent
Because a brain is a machine
that sometimes misfires
and I see the sparking panic
in my mother’s eyes
Because I am an expert in hot crossed wires
Because my song is sweet and wet
the same melody she sang to me as a child"
Thank you @LascauxReview ! I’m so honored to have won this year’s Lascaux Prize for Flash Fiction with my story “Five Things” which originally appeared in @SmokeLong
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"I will fill out a questionnaire on the quality
& sound of my thoughts...
& score highly. Tomorrow, I will wake up & hear
every version of “It Had to Be You” at once.
A traveling tour of Les Misérables is coming to town.
Soon after, the State Fair, with food trucks & pigs."
What does it mean to find serenity? Sometimes it's finding another creature that needs saving in order to save yourself. Check out "Finding Serenity" by Micah Muldowney @micahmuldowney on Sunday. Who knows, you might just find some salvation of your own.
"Shoppers and store clerks
notice her, stare, and I wonder if she’ll be kicked
out by management or security... And so, I shadow her like a maternal
umbrella... Don’t
you dare judge her I say with my posture. If you un-
zip her exterior, she will fill this whole store with light"
"I never
knew the river the whale the storm
the sea. I needed a better word for linger.
I kept trying to heal with one hand
what the other injured; I keep trying
to predict where Venus will rise."
"No means
No, even if it bends like a willow in your wind
It is a gift, this sweet underside, a woman’s flesh,
a place babies come from & healing—like salicylic
acid that lines willow branches, a headache cure,
our grandmothers chewed the soft twigs—but a man
isolated the acid"
"I was broken, which might
seem like a cliché, but I tell you, man, my spirit
was crushed & a tide of emptiness washed over
me...where I’m standing
ankle deep in the surf, looking out toward
the horizon where a single freighter
is lit up in the darkness like a Christmas tree."
“If a person gave away your body to some passerby you’d be furious. Yet you hand over your mind to anyone who comes along, so they may abuse you, leaving it disturbed and troubled. Have you no shame in that.” — Epictetus
There is a loveliness to incompletion,
the way a robin’s egg lying cracked
on the sidewalk is always an aria...
O bleed. O bless the wisdom of my body
reminding me through pain, through color,
through the haze of my own willful ignorance:
my rebirth may look a lot like violence.
"i believe you wanted to hurt me,
the right way, to save me
from the wrong pain. your pain.
my mother loved me wrong, too...
it is never the absence of love
that lingers longest:
i have wanted to hurt someone
the right way, too."
You can hear (and see) me read my story’93 as editor’s choice of the week. Thank you, Jeff and Tara. panoply, a literary zine | Join us here for a wide-ranging and impressive array of writing https://t.co/0ZDDjaW1WW
"and if next I wave down the car and kiss
my boys’ palms, they won’t think Today
we might come home to bad news—
because I am always like this; every day,
the same harried love. But also:
in this poem, a woman unravels at night."