June 2014

Her room

June 26, 2014

In her room, where it turned out Later There were rats That room, where she sat and wrote Her deepest fears She put into words But could not see What she was doing Or not doing Other than writing About The thing that was killing her She watched it While it killed her Wondering why […]

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Stuck

June 23, 2014

“Can you stop talking about your mother already?” He was irritated. “She’s all you ever talk about these days and how long is it since she died?” “Oh, I know. It’s been years, but unless I can stop feeling so overwhelmed by her every time I try to write about her, I’ll never get anywhere […]

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Wrinkles

June 23, 2014

Recently I noticed how old I am. I had no idea I look so old. I look much older than I feel. How did that happen? If I hadn’t had to renew my driver’s license last week, I would have been blissfully ignorant. But it required me to put a contact lens in my right […]

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Books

June 20, 2014

Time got away from me and I am lying here, staring at the pile of books on the bedside table. How did it get to be like this, I wonder. The days whip by and here I am, hardly able to keep my eyes open while my books lie sullenly unopened, untouched even, waiting to […]

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Sideways

June 19, 2014

I’ve noticed Something strange About the way I stand On the bus I wait to get off With my feet Pointing In a different direction From my body From the waist up (Holding on Of course With both hands) It feels So comfortable I’ve never even Noticed it before But, then again Is it really […]

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Fire

June 15, 2014

My father designed and built a chimney as part of the renovation of our house in Hawthorn. It was not the house where I grew up, but the house my parents bought using a war service loan to which my father had been entitled but had not used until the late 1970s. By that time, […]

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On a binge

June 15, 2014

She was getting ready to go on a binge. I could tell because she was suddenly very attentive to how her makeup looked and how her body looked in the tight, soft green sheath into which she had slipped. She kept looking at herself in the available reflections in our apartment: the windows, mirrors and […]

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Eyes

June 13, 2014

He sees himself in his mother’s eyes: a mewling, crying mess of a baby, a reflection she sees back in her own eyes. Lightning, forked lightning, shoots back and forth, stinging their eyes, making them blink and turning the vision of the baby who is into an idea of living she cannot stand. The idea […]

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The bowl

June 13, 2014

They sat at the table, opposite each other, with the bowl between them. They stared at each other. “You first,” she said. “No, you first. It’s your turn.” “Okay.” She reached into the bowl, the deep bowl made of smooth polished marble. She wondered how many times they had done this. It was a ritual […]

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The bell

June 13, 2014

When the bell rang, Amanda ran outside. There were birds flying everywhere. “That’s crazy,” she thought. “What are they all doing?” She saw the birds, but did not see what she was expecting to see. She scanned the sidewalk and the street that ran beside the school, but her mother’s car was not there. In […]

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