Prose Poetry: Unmade

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Neon

I moved from a city that was always dark after ten o’clock, the stars still able to peek through the smog, to shine a little light here and there. Here, I find myself doused, soaked, slick with neon, even when I’ve thought I washed it away, down, down the drain. I’m getting used to the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Star

Another Non-Flash-Fiction Flash Fiction. Don’t know where to put these, so here they go! Yesterday I was a star. Bright, shining, burning, burning, burning. I wasn’t supposed to be done so soon, but I was needed and so I fell, far, far down, a very long ways, and here I am. This morning I was … Continue reading