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A Story About the Sky

When you think of big and blue, you think of the truck she drove and the dress she wore on dump days. One side was solid, rich, blue like blue jello, and the other was painted with fantasy sea creatures like seagoats, cookiefish, a magic carpet eel, a shark with fur. She drove like a fish…

A Story About the Stars

Warm sidewalk, warm water, warm spots on the couch. I can’t talk about you and not talk about cows. I can’t talk about you and not talk about squares, nor pixels, nor big boxy computers, nor markered up, flappy notebooks, nor brooms. I can’t talk about you because there are no words…

A Story About Metaphors

The green light means it’s okay to cross the street, but if it’s a light green like the way your eyes are a light brown, you have to cross backwards, and if it’s a dark turquoise you have to sing your least favorite song and flail your arms, and if it’s not green but also not any other…

A Story About a Song

In improv class we did an exercise called mirroring- where you copy a partner’s movements as close as you can- the next exercise we touched each other- manipulated the other’s body- positioned their hands on their knees- their feet pointing across the room- then we pushed and were pushed…

A Story About the Sunset

She was born in the west. Loves the red of strawberries and darker blueberry stains. She wants to stop whenever the ocean comes into view, throw her arms into its ravines and scratch her face with coral. She feels so cold. Except when she sits quietly, alone, in the middle of the…

A Story About THAT Feeling

Not quite emptiness. Not quite sadness. Somewhere tight rope walking between the two. Somewhere beneath the void beneath me. Not quite frustration. Not quite anxiety. Somewhere between skin and beating heart (sternum). Somewhere under a blade asking how old I am. Not quite excited…

A Story About Giving

He didn’t want to scare her off, he said. Only offer a chance for connection, a chance for conversation. He didn’t want to rush through his day and not feel a part of the world, he said.

They were standing under bright red construction scaffolding on 5th. Someone…

A Story About Dragons

A list ranking how dangerous things are. A list of ingredients but with everything doubled. A list of old things to take back: black lace, an empty photo album, cobwebs, hands, blue weights. A list of questions to ask. A list of places I visited once. A list of one thing. A list spanning…

A Story About the Galaxy