The Comma

This is my piece, Comma, which was published with The Noctua Review

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Comma
It’s the little hours I like best. In between moments of rest and wake, eyes parch like paper. Scratchy and dry they turn toward the edges of something missed by only a mark.
The Almost, but Not Quite of a woman turning her head or the skinny places where buildings almost touch. It’s the cross section between thoughts that mean something and thoughts that want to be something. They intersect, briefly touching in a fleeting moment before the intensity is too much. The period at the end of the sentence seems too final.

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The Pillow

pillow

Name: Fluffy

Age: Timeless

Three things I can’t live without:

Softness

The smell of fresh spring rain

Geese

What I’m looking for:

Someone with a good head on their shoulders.

Perfect date:

Someone who will hold me tight on long winter nights.

Favorite movies:

Sleepless in Seattle.

The Burning Bed.

Four Sheets to the Wind.

Favorite Quote:

“I’m a dreamer’s paradise.”

Transitioning

subway

Dear Readers,

I have published something on Skirt Collective. It’s not an object piece, but I thought I’d post it here anyway just in case you’re interested in reading. If you’d like to leave a comment I’d love to read it – but please, if you could leave it on the Skirt Collective site, that would be great. Thanks guys!

http://www.skirtcollective.com/transitioning-an-essay-on-finding-your-way/