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  • Cover Up

    Coverup

    Previously…

    Shrouded in mystery (or some say bad taste), the Varney legacy lost all legitimacy when the State rejected the family's claim outright. The story, as told to various health care professionals and law enforcement agencies, was sealed from the public, but not before a few of those stubborn puzzle pieces found their way into some very interesting pockets. We must understand Darla's life is a work in progress, but if one of our doctors or judges were to let slip an opinion, he or she would suggest a bond breaker and destroyer of worlds hell-bent on the cover up of truth was the mind behind the madness.

    Consider this, dear reader: Our course changes with each decision acted upon, as well as with all those alternatives that lay untouched and must wait for their number to be called in another place and time. When one says "there was no rhyme or reason to what she did," this is nonsense spoken on the part of the shortsighted. A creator knows how to clean a slate well enough. She can wipe away former beliefs to get to an end no one saw coming. Circular logic is backwards magic and is useful when thought refuses to stay in a straight line, and reality has outgrown its cage.

  • The Shadow Side

    StarkBrandi never wanted to travel that meandering middleroad, where life shrinks and grows and folds in on itself to reveal the early-warning signs of wrinkles and wisdom. Only fresh starts and big payoffs would do. Brandi hated the thought that her life could be reduced to a monotonous crawl of sameness from day to day until all her days had been used up. No! Brandi's world, filled with first-times and ageless faces, was the dream that would not stay inside its tight little circle of light. The ideal spilled over into Brandi's every thought, every action. She would make it her life's work to throw open the doors of the unknowable. Perhaps then Brandi would come to see herself as the travelers on the long middleroad did. They saw a blur. A shapeless image. A shadow by their side.

  • SPECIAL EDITION

    Bee and ThistleExtra words turned into special sections that told Lenore what she was reading was true. What's more, the e-reader she held in her hands was her lifeline (her tightrope) between fussy babies and dirty nappies, and the version of herself she left behind in English 102. But back to those extra words that played hide-and-seek amid the florid sentences of the third romance novel Lenore had read for the week. Those extra words floated or streaked by on her off-white screen. They turned into messages for Lenore's enjoyment and wonder. Lenore hadn't really given any thought to whether Sam and Kasey could read the same thing she did. If she ever decided to ask her friends to have a look, maybe they'd say it was a trick of the light. What were these extra words flickering across the e-reader screen which may or may not be for Lenore's eyes only?

         "Leave your worries behind and meet me at the Bee & Thistle tonight at 8:00."

    Lenore thought she could still fit into the jersey knit, hunter green wrap dress that once garnered many an appreciative glance.

  • Together/Apart

    Together ApartNot disheartening:

    1. Together we are alone.
    2. Apart we have grown.
    3. The future unknown.

    An outline never followed, this impasse saves us. What is reality when our memories are shaped by present-day preferences?

  • Sounds like …

    GnawSure Corrie felt shitty reading her big sister's diary. Did feeling like a degenerate make Corrie put away what wasn't hers and go do something productive like laundry? Hell no. All of the people Shelley wrote about in her big red book were thinly disguised real folk, like too-close-to-home-folk. Like who could this bitchy character called "Lorrie" possibly be? The queen at the center of this sweeping mega fantasy–five-sided love polygon–family drama was a beautiful brown-eyed maiden who answered to the name "Sherrie." Corrie had just read the passage where "Sherrie" discovered her sister, "Lorrie," in bed with "Sherrie's" on again/off again fiancé, Patrick. Corrie laughed. Patrick was Patrick. Shelley didn't give him a soundalike name. Corrie considered the significance of this particular authorial choice as she tucked the big red book under her arm and headed downstairs to heat up her leftover chicken and pasta.

  • INSTASHAM

    Ruminate

     

    Nowadays everyone's a narcissist. Is it even considered a personality disorder anymore? Narcissism seems like the norm. Fashionable, even. Good stuff to ruminate on, this. #justcurious #okmaybenot

  • Only No One

    First Light

    Previously…

    Come away to the woods with me at the hour when all is awash in soft, wavering light. Then I will tell you my story in which you will be forever lost. Lost to your health, your family, your sense of right and wrong. Lose yourself in my song. Its words and rhythm have meaning for you only. No one can see paradise as you do. It is true. I am danger and deceit. You will not deny me this time we are to spend in tribulation. Tell no relation. I will show you what to write on the walls of your cell.

  • Put Them On

    My ShoesWatch your step in these. They belong to someone else (a girl who dared to dream.) She got noticed in all the right quarters in all the wrong ways. That lark of hers turned into luck, the kind that numbs and nullifies and turns joy into shame overnight. This pair is too tight. You can tell by the blood and sweat. Imagine something you made–praised at first, then ridiculed–and it was the truth you spoke every step of the way. Go ahead. Put them on. You'll either weep or dance. One is the same as the other in the big dirty blur of chance.

  • Stew

    Stew

     

    My side of the tale?
    I am skinny and quick, bitch.
    Stew in your own juice.

  • Bunny Hunt

    Bunny HuntA cool down is now required. This has been one hot afternoon of dog-on-rabbit torment as the squeeze-through portions of the backyard fence have been patrolled most fervently. No animals have been harmed in today's chase, but I can't put a leash on instinct. Nature looks on while I play it safe and mend my section of fence.