turkey.

The playwright stared ahead, squinted and stood off her chair. She approached the baby-blue wall, put her hand flat against the plaster, it was cooler than the air in the room and made her think of flipping her pillow over at night to contend with the transference of her warm cheek to cotton, welcoming theContinue reading “turkey.”

bruised surroundings

Raindrops posed tree branches to hunch and closed the sidewalk to allow darkway slivers, at the top of bird feathers, cheers from throats perched atop trimmed hedges and gulped singalongs from regular humans, riding with the windows down and saturating suburbia in repeated pop-melodies.  It goes something like this: “Everyday, it’s a-gettin’ faster Everyone said,Continue reading “bruised surroundings”