There’s an echoing thud left over from the impact Brightly Burning makes as I hurl it against the wall. The book slithers to the floor as if ashamed for the sobs it has pulled from my chest. I hate it, I hate Mercedes Lackey, I hate myself for each immersive layer of empathy the book has taken from me.To unwrite the written […]
Tag: prose poetry
Impressionism After Midnight
Vincent Van Gogh is dead and my rabbit hasn’t eaten his dinner. I chide him (the rabbit) softly through stinging eyes and a smeared palette of makeup. Winter’s chill dances a slow hoary waltz down my spine but my attention is centered on this small, shivering, utterly belligerent sphere of fur. Blindly I grope around […]
Nighttime in the Big Easy
The moon glowed in a liquid sky freckled with clusters of stars; a balmy puff of breeze did little more than rustle skirt hems and bring with it the scent of green. Scattered grit on the cobbled street created a crunch under meandering footsteps, as though the street were munching chips. Every so often the […]
Interlaced
My mother kisses my small, plump fingertips as I bawl over the blistering lesson I’ve just learned about stove-tops. For nearly a week after, my coloring book is erratic with crayon pathways independent of the firm dark rules that shape each drawing; after all, it is difficult to stay within the lines when my dominant […]
A. Rose Prose 