From the thrift store on South we lugged the old thirty-dollar armchair past the late summer idlers to the car, strapped it to the back and carried it off to a new seventh-floor dorm home. It graced the corner beside the rug, swirls of green and orange velvet print made louder under a cheap lamp,Continue reading “The Chair”
Category Archives: Sleepwalking
Relic
The limestone angel was Michael the one on the sepulcher and there also under glass (robbed of foot, almost faceless) and through each figment of love or hate which was carried: illuminated, washed out by each dark corner you likened to lust he is that creature in the tapestry a woman at war, the oneContinue reading “Relic”
In Which You Lose Control
It seems silly and mundane, but I’ve recently conquered my fear of driving. After eight years of inhabiting cities with decent public transportation, Philadelphia now means a new job, a new life, new necessities, and giving some TLC to an old car. I believe that my nervousness at having to maneuver a car was alwaysContinue reading “In Which You Lose Control”
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