“But it’s like they say, ‘the second mouse gets the cheese.’” “Yea, but what does it say about a person, as a whole, when he … or she needs to live through various metaphors. Or when a person lives only, perhaps, vicariously through them?” “Through what?” “Metaphor.” “I’m sorry; I was confused by your use of pronouns. That’s why I never use them.” “You just used one right now.” “See, that’s what I mean. I have no idea to what you’re referring.” Read more
With tugs at the seams and pulls at the hem, she hates everything about wearing a dress. She definitely does not want to be wearing it, but she also definitely does not want to not be wearing it. She stares into the porcelain-colored, always-pleasant face of her doll, Samantha. Lacking in ethnic diversity, her mother determined that, of the options presented in the company’s catalog, Samantha, being a brown-eyed brunette, would suffice as a positive reflection. Read more
Confidence is not really something upon which a person will merely stumble. It’s a tough task, actually, to find it, build it, farm it and cultivate it. He was never one to accept a challenge. He swivels round in his chair. He needs a new chair; he decides. But where does one simply come across chairs? Where are they made? How do they arrive here? Where do they come from?
He takes a left. Read more
I’m officially beginning to feel burnt out by thematic offerings related to beaches, seas, oceans, water. It obviates this obsessive need to see and know the power of water/oceans/lakes/water as a creative tool for the use of acknowledging freedom, movement, clarity, cleansing. The water as simile, the metaphor of water for, quickly becomes trite in the mind of the disciplined writer, who, for the express interest of becoming better, writes daily from the urging of pre-written prompts. These water-themed ideas, perhaps, reconcile themselves through the sheer act of repetition because they are, after all, too often times utilized? And so, to get it all out of your system through the daily work of practice allows that clichéd theme its chance to be purged, making way for originality when the time comes to produce an actual piece of work. Who knows. Read more
“Bodies are, after all, mostly water,” he mansplains at the unwitting listener seated across from him. A stranger, she looks blankly at him, off put, embarrassed, not for herself, obviously. He continues; capping off the last portion of stated humiliation, he winks, “And I gotta say, with a body like yours, it’s hard not to want to go for a swim.” “Water you say?” she responds in flirtatious jest; “Here’s some water for ya.” She stands and dumps the cup of water in her hand in his face. “Enjoy your swim, asshole.” Read more
Glancing down, she takes inventory of the rings on the fingers of both her hands. With a pinch, she wiggles each ring around its respective finger. A rearrangement, a playful experimentation to see which fingers the rings fit upon best, upon which finger each looks best. Read more
I was alive once before a long time ago not yet happened. Memory serves no man, but especially a man who went to sleep only to wake as a small boy, not even sleeping but standing alone in a world that knew him not. At the very least, I knew that there were some things about which I could never know, about which I could never speak. Fearless, however, would be the best way to describe this person with whom I am unwittingly tied. Sometimes the limitations of language limit the mind. Even still, I wake; I search, but sometimes I wake and forget. Read more