Tag: Prose
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Strangling Fig
It’s so easy to fall back, to clam up and go cold in the face of you. It’s so simple to let the guilt and fear take over and hide me from view. I can just tilt my head and my hair covers my face obscuring the features beneath until I’m only a foggy spot ... -
Broken Beautiful
Break it down, get up on tiptoe, keep smiling. Breathe, stretch, extend and then go further. Feel the rhythm, melody, moving through you. She must be weightless. She must be delicate. Then she must be strong. Step, plie, fly. There is no room for error. It’s amazing how much dancing feels like a fight. He’s ... -
The Composer
There’s a mug. A Blue coffee mug so dark it’s almost black. It’s been a frequent resident of the window sill since 2009. It’s not a very important mug, as you can tell. The lacquer is chipped in some places, and there’s a paint stain on the handle. A spiderweb-thin crack runs up the side. ...
