Another Mirage
His name is a part of me, just like his stories. A fabrication imbued with truth. Or truth imbued with fabrication.
A Beautiful Death
You want to be a good friend and you want to be a good person but it’s hard when you like movies better than real people.
Signal
We formed a straight, then curvy, then jagged line as we passed another Baby high up in a Pine tree, looking out while I was looking in, bits of poetry forming in my mind that I threw at the scene, scattered like clues for the detectives to find.
BEANS
Chapter 9: I stared at the pills in my hand and assured myself that this wasn’t like those times when I invented a problem that could only be solved by drugs. This was real, something was happening.
Cherry Coke
He held up the glass eyeball he’d been methodically smoothing by hand, balancing it delicately between his middle and ring finger, like a magician about to do a trick.
teardrop
Now the full extent of my carelessness and conceit was made apparent as Lil Mountain and I fell to the floor–my deer tail and lizard teeth necklace rattling like an exquisitely worded curse.
capitulation
It was such a Babies thing to do–watching movies in the forest in the winter. WTF. Could they see me up here? Would they be able to help? But then I reminded myself I was here to help them. Save them even.
1001
Hi, It's OA. As I write this Swim and Bruce are planning to take me out. Or more precisely they are planning to make such a plan and, in the meantime, constructing elaborate defensive maneuvers; meditative shields for the mind missiles they believe I’ll send.