The cars lined the street in front of your house. Our shoes lined the wall next to the door. Your back was to us as we entered the kitchen, filled to the brim with food and family. We spilled out … Continue reading The Day Before Thanksgiving
The Challenge: The Alliteration Game Write a short poem using as much constant alliteration as possible without using a dictionary for extra words. The Story: Linger Longer I linger longer, loving the last lonesome listing of your lips longing for … Continue reading Creative Writing Challenge: The Alliteration Game (Zach)
I’m at a bar. A bar on the corner of 51st and Union. My mother is far, Far away, taking communion. She’s praying, For me. For me and my sinful ways. I’m saying, Mark, pour me another, it’s been … Continue reading Long, Long Days
Chhhhh. The patty hisses as it hits the flat top, followed by the press of the spatula, expelling its remaining vitals onto the heated slab. It soon becomes an acrobat, flipping and twirling in the air, sticking the landing. “The … Continue reading Order Up
Right, left, right, left. 52nd. My thoughts scream louder than my shoes hitting the pavement as I pass each familiar crack and notch in the concrete, looking up only at street signs for reference. Right, left, right, left. 54th. The … Continue reading Counting.
Hold onto your skin Snake Woman. Immortality calls for you, awaiting your answer. Hold onto your lives Cat Woman. For you have cheated death too many times before. Hold onto your mind Wandering Woman. Do not let the … Continue reading Mother
“So, what now?” I asked, hoping you had an answer instead, reclining onto the cool metal of the merry-go-round as we spun, opposite hands of a clock. The stars above turned with us, becoming a kaleidoscope as I noticed the … Continue reading Dizzy
Smoke and family fill the room, widening the smile on your face. The same things are killing you. Loose change and a deck of cards My eyes standing guard, protecting this moment. Think of me. Get some sleep. … Continue reading Goodnight.
“Goodnight, Lionel,” he hears through the glass as he locks the door, offering a friendly wave as his response. It’s just him again, his only companion is the boisterous Rolex his father had passed on to him. Each tick seems … Continue reading Tick-Tock
“We could just wait it out,” Curtis’s voice drones, drowned out by the rain reuniting with the pavement. The sound of each drop racing for the embrace of the ground lulls us all into a state of delirium. The street … Continue reading Hell or High Water