Expendable. I had never heard of that word until Rambo used it. “I am expendable,” he said. I looked at his droopy eyes and felt he and I were connected. When I looked up what expendable meant, I was certain of it. He had been talking to me. So I sent him a letter. I […]
moreI know this feeling. It is a snake. It curls up my leg and into my vagina further still spits its tongue with a hiss spreads its venom. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me. venom. See me. See me see me see me. I know this feeling. It is a candy. Bright […]
moreI know what you’re going to ask. You’re going to ask me: how do I avoid disappointment? And I’ll give you the same answer. It never changes. It was there then. And it is here now. It will still be there tomorrow. Do not – please, could you stop rolling your eyes for a moment […]
moreA man sits next to me, in the dark. The glow of stage lights only vaguely touches his forehead. He leans forward, as if concentrated on the monologue. His tight shoulders push against the seams of his jacket. His neck is tense. His jaws clenched. His eyes pinched. The hands on which his chin rests […]
moreThe blonde lives across the street, at a safe distance. The brunette studies the blonde as she sits in the middle of her tiny balcony. Some might call it a ‘French balcony’ just to make up for the fact that it isn’t really a balcony at all. The blonde’s ass is inside while her legs […]
moreI’ve said goodbye many times. Country to country. In days when goodbye meant goodbye.I once read in a book that when children move, parents should pay particular attention to granting the children their special goodbyes. We always threw a fairwell party on the day of our departure. And we’d cry the entire flight.We said to […]
moreYoung and innocent, in our teens. Careless. Reckless. To self-obsess. And so she never considered she might not know her dear friend. Not as well as her dear friend’s neighbour knows her now. When she reads a story her dear friend wrote she can hear her voice. Her dear friend’s voice, not the author’s. Her […]
moreEveryone loves the young pianist, whose star is rising. Up and up it goes and we so hope that this young man, the one who just shook our hand, is something else. Something of genius, something extra special. This young man sweats while playing. Rests in between rehearsals. Drinks cola. And prefers texting messages to […]
moreI am a green balloon. I wish I was red. People always pick red. It’s because people like clichés. I am much stronger than most other balloons, though. You can kick me around, and I’ll be fine. I’ve been lying here for over two days. I won’t tell you where I came from and who […]
moreThe violinist is young. The stage is hers. She throws herself into the music, with intensity and drive. With ambition. She is mature enough to understand that what drives true creation is focus, is concentration, is an internalization of that very thing she is externalizing, is expressing. And so she closes her eyes whenever it’s […]
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