The little golden door has let me through. It was too small at first, but I knelt to touch the handle and I am on the other side now.
March 14, 2020
Tag: 2020
i am an orphan an alien full of homelessness on this strange sound stage called Earth. ~ anonymous
February 1, 2020
The wisdom of the winding path is that there are no shortcuts.
June 7, 2020
by Elijah M. Newton*
The woman in white dress lives in the hole walls come in groups of four I’m sure the man in the mirror told me so he wears my face not me my face like Halloween but children love Santa more. Mother says boys behave rewards are given Mother wore white and was ladylike Father was gone told to look in mirror to find him Mother never made sense. Money is found at the bank had a roommate once a frog perhaps poured peroxide on my hair Chicago now Albany frustrating really it was bleach a total mess the mouse laughed with me he wears a top hat lives in hole with woman in white. They’re married I think. Virgil lives in my veins pumping through my heart like faucet feeds the hunger to share secrets are meant to be kept it’s ok to share dream though. One day words being hard to find he came out the mouse not Virgil told me he was magick magick exists in the minds of children pure imagination left me. There was a potion was not free but mice don’t need money he was after my heart cheese “NO!” shouted me at the mouse ran no scurried to the hole haven’t seen him since. Woman in white is nicer whispers to me at night darkness hides things 'specially secrets. I love woman in white reminds me of Mother she told me great many things but Mother made no sense woman too. Work is work not meant to be fun friendly woman at bus port smiled I liked that wanted to make her steak that night steak comes from cows live on farms went there once a park too. Woman didn’t want steak I didn’t like that decided to make in-spir-a-tion She lives now in between the blue lines pen broke can’t clean stain from carpet broken useless it sleeps now in dumpster. Sat at the desk wrote until the sun woke up long page I felt better went to work work is work boss told me he needed more from me “I’m poor not much to give!” shouted at him. He didn’t like that it wasn’t my fault. Told me “start making sense can’t understand me" “im not Mother. Mother she never made sense. Father left money.” this confused me but he gave me number to magick woman just mouse in disguise offered me potion capsules. I don’t take them can’t afford them mice don’t need money. Persistent ran home but he beat me there now in mouse body with top hat smiled at me reading my paper. Snatched from his tiny paws hated it told me so I believe him me too kept paper though told me so offered tiny hand in important task. “Mice don’t need money! No cheese, go home tell woman in white!”
July 4, 2020
* Originally an unfinished short-fiction piece reformatted by Ajax.
friends become strangers at a party with booze and weed and unfamiliar laughter and thirty years of dust trembles over a shallow grave as a yawning mouth swallows a scream without air to speak only sixteen years old now with no blood under her nails on the carpet beige carpet clumps of hair and glister of saliva I sat for so long I say goodbye to friends who are strangers and walk home alone for another thirty years.
October 5, 2020
and the sun sinks behind black lace and chain link and for one breath my heart is free of winter and rises up above gold shot cloud into blue sky
February 2020
palest blue slate clouds like a distant sea i wanted to dabble my fingers in warm water but i was on my way to work in a city consumed by small problems in a room consumed by small problems in a heart consumed by small problems smallest meanest meaningless problems collapsing down into a salt plane where no green leaves grow
February 2020
i looked away for a moment from that tiniest flash of white and pink against the pale morning sky and lost what had been touched by a sun that had not yet touched us
January 2020
that sound
you make
mae-ow
i want
not
i need or
i hurt
just
i want
indulge me
and so i
indulge you
and i smile
and i am
content
March 19, 2020
i wish that i could say that i had made a string of friends. alas, i didn't know to knot and they all slipped off the ends.
April 29, 2020
