The Motley

Monday, December 14th, 2015

Cypress knees climbed out of her, but now she covers them.

Her floodwaters are slow - she doesn't rush in

but swells, as a woman's breasts, milk-heavy.

 

Monday, December 14th, 2015

 

            "Whacha doing there?"

            A chill shot through Ben's spine. He stood up straight slowly and put both hands on the roof of the Ford Galaxie as if he had a cop pointing the mouth of a pistol at his back. He heard slow, heavy footsteps coming up behind him. Fear and shame kept him from turning around.

            "Just going for a drive," he responded.

            "Really? Where you going?"

            "Uhh I haven't really decided yet."

Monday, December 14th, 2015

     Soap, I make soap, well more the machines make the soap and I monitor the machines.

     I walked to work. The Scottish countryside rolling like waves. Eventually the endless sheep farms melted into a small town. Most of the town was employed by the factory, save for a few odd store clerks and the other jobs it takes to keep a town alive, and of course the farmers. There weren't many others that walked though, especially not on the graveyard shift. Yet, I was addicted to the sunrise, and the smell of fresh bread in the bakery.

 

Monday, December 14th, 2015

Only twelve more days

Until the night arrives.

The list has twice been checked,

And ninety-nine more times to go.

So many parents wanting wishes granted,

So many children dreaming

Instead of learning lines.

Mrs Nolan wants her little star in the lead,

But spoiled Amelia won't listen to direction.

And all the Whos down in scenery

Might need a Grinch to speed them up.

Maybe Santa will bring me costumes,

Since no one seems to care.

 

Monday, December 14th, 2015

Smile at strangers even if they don't need it.

Read your favorite book backwards.

Is the story still satisfying?

Carry your doubt and uncertainty

 to the edge of your comfort zone

and politely ask them to step over.

 

Sunday, December 13th, 2015
 

You are sitting in a bar.

Sunday, December 13th, 2015

 

"On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the world and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

            To many-tower'd Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

Sunday, December 13th, 2015

It's the fact that he claims to know me

in that way that bothers me.

That he pretends to know the exact spot my back begins to curve,

the moles on the backs of my thighs,

and that scar from my last surgery,

that extends the length of my breasts.

 

Tuesday, May 5th, 2015

Somewhere in the distance a cloister bell tolled the hour. Snow blew outside the window, a draping of white smoothing out the imperfections of the city below. There was something about it, Angela thought, that despite the cold and wet of it, was much more inviting than the harsh lights,

Tuesday, May 5th, 2015

She stands for light,

She stands for truth,

She stands for merit,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

A symbol of the Promise,

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

Never again, for as long as I live, will I be as wise and naive as I am in this moment. 19 years old, on the brink of numerical adulthood. It is my last summer as a teen, and I don’t want it to start, because most things that start also come to an end. It’s not that I am afraid of growing up and getting old.

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

“Anarchy within, invasion from without. A country cracking from outside pressure, disintegrating from internal strain. Revolution is at its height. War. Inflation. Hunger. Fear. Hate. Sabotage. Fanaticism. Hopes.

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

I looked out my window, which made me uncomfortable because I was showering and if I saw anyone they could see me and, well I preferred to shower privately.

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

To you my former betrothed,

I hope that this letter finds you well.

And that despite the movements and roughness

Of the sea it reaches you.

Perhaps you wonder what has prompted me

To write you,

Or perhaps you suspected such.

I must be honest and say I myself am not certain.

It was just last week Jennie asked of you

Saturday, May 2nd, 2015
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
Since you are The Father, I presume. But, I don't
know what to believe seeing as
I've gone to a catholic school since
the age of three.
Before I was even born,
my choices were chosen for me.
I was always told that
"God made us all, so we are brothers and sisters!" But,
I am skeptical about what to believe because
I am an only child.
My mother had four miscarriages before I was born,
and is still broken over them.
Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

I. The Airport

 

The All-American Aerial Diner and Bar proudly boasts

Retro plane decals and red leather barstools

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