dancer / 1

The inside of the taxi is simple—rain sliding across the windows, tires humming against wet asphalt, a blurred world shifting beyond the glass. I tug at the peeling leather seats and watch as the driver, tall and quiet, switches on the radio and sways to the music. Her close-cut hair swishes around her face as … Continue reading dancer / 1

green

"...and sir, I'm telling you, this is it. This is the one." The triumphant man leaned forward, disheveled hair falling into his face, eyes bright with excitement. "This will be the story that changes the world." The well-dressed executive on the other side of the desk folded his arms, tired gaze shifting from the author's … Continue reading green

the trade

You pick up a rock from the ground, pale white with veins of gray, and thrust it towards the sky. The fragile silence of the surrounding landscape is suffocating, but you tell yourself that you're only shaking because you didn't eat this morning before running out into the wet grass without even closing the door … Continue reading the trade

breaking gravity

found things, august edition There are constellations on the ceiling, and they start changing if you stare at them long enough—a stern-eyed rabbit in a bowtie, clouds shaped like crushed soda cans, a man with shiny black shoes who steps on every crack in the sidewalk. Some strange pacing creature regards you with an aimless … Continue reading breaking gravity

below

two perspectives on the moon, one hundred words each. my attempt is here, Jo's lovely words are below. “Is there life on Mars?”  “That’s… that’s not Mar—” “Well is there?” She stares upward at the sliver of grey, evening colors fading into each other in a tired gradient of sky. Her eyes close, tempted to … Continue reading below

an open book

“I’m tired of being tired,” said the child in the kitchen doorway, early morning hair wild around her face, heavy-set lines defining the space beneath her eyes. Her mother looked up from where she sat at the table in the dim light, an open book in her lap, gentle clouds of steam spilling from her … Continue reading an open book

from a distance

Millions of miles from home, a lonely space dragon yawns, setting the cold darkness alive with gentle streams of purple fire. It pauses to gaze in wonder at the weightless motion of the flames, tilting a head the size of Pluto before turning and darting deeper into the pockets of the universe. Folding translucent wings … Continue reading from a distance

blue

The air is thick and slow, holding a trapped sunlight that slants against the earth as the boy runs a wandering hand along the length of the blue gate. His fingers come away streaked with something pale—pollen, roadside dust, yesterday’s rainwater. The taste of salt, bitter and strange, lingers in his mouth, and each small … Continue reading blue

astronaut

Where did you come from, tiny astronaut? I stole you from a sibling and they never stole you back. Now you sit on a stack of books beside my laptop, just watching the world, motionless behind your dark little helmet. I realized tonight that if I set you on my keyboard, the desktop background makes … Continue reading astronaut