Early October
Haley Morton
There is an eerie glow to the hollowness of bark that has been stripped of its leaves and fruit
There is an eerie glow to the hollowness of bark that has been stripped of its leaves and fruit
I try to turn everything into a metaphor so I don’t have to face it straight on.
When was the last time she ran? At all? As a real kid in bare feet in grass at her grandparents’ house.
At least I was alone, I tell myself. There’s no one to miss the worlds I destroy but me.
He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.
She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I ask her who it was on the phone she says, “My mother,”
Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.
Not every cry is a cry for help.
There is not one song
in my YouTube
favorites
sad enough
to endure this night
wearing my khaki
work pants
with a small kitty
crawling on my lap
The internet is
I don't like the shirt you're wearing.
That's no reason to call me stupid.
the cat and i are watching HBO pretending time passes much faster than it does like how this guy has been in prison for 52 days but it's only been 11 minutes
i can't look at people on tv
You know you’re in the shit when you’re looking to fortune cookies for encouragement
For three days, I drive the city in search of PetCo. Day one, I tell myself that PetCo will be easy
to find. I don't find PetCo. Day two, I use the GPS, but despite reading the
Sign up for Match.com. You’ve heard it works. You’ve heard for one out of every three marriages, the couple meets online.
We turned off the game and drove to the mountains, a dead dog in the backseat
The walls, statues, and shrines of the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum are covered in offerings to the spirits—or loa—represented within. Plaques have pennies and dimes resting on their frames; there is a wishing stump filled with dollar bills. And there is lip-gloss everywhere.
And she doesn’t know a word of German, except “bier.”
One day I came across an inverted map of the Western Hemisphere. Cape Horn was in Alaska's usual position. I felt very disturbed, like air was flooding into the space above North America and
Likely I’ll fail to properly introduce Zachary Tyler Vickers’ debut, Congratulations on Your Martyrdom!, so I’ll make no fancy words about it: this collection of interconnected stories—comprised of
love becoming, like an apple,
this requires time, starred
blossom, then summer, the attention
of bees, grown men
bow their heads, concentrating
on the national anthem
in stadiums
You've told me you feel like a bat.
What you don't mean is your wings.
Or the development of a reflex that draws your ears toward small sounds.
What you do mean is that you're