AnUrbanNomad

Her suitcase thumped to the floor before the door even closed all the way. Her blouse drifted down almost simultaneously. Then her bra. Realizing the drab old curtains were open, she walked over to close them. With an arm crossed over her bare chest it was an awkward one handed job. “A shower,” she assured herself, seeing now to the deadbolt on the door. “That’ll be nice.” Halfway across the room she flipped on the television without even looking at what was playing and wiggled each foot out of a shoe. Jeans tumbled onto the linoleum of the lavatory, tiptoed out of like a ballet dancer. In a haze of steam, lace

 Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to be fought for but not to be saved. The Boy, who was actually a bit older than a boy but didn't like to be reminded of this, lived in a very lovely treehouse on the ground and got along quite nicely in a miserable sort of way. By happenstance this boy met a knight in shining armor. This knight was a woman but that didn't make her less of a fighter. On Father's Day, in a house without a child, they met when the Knight came to look at him with her artificial eye. This eye didn't see well but it never forgot what it saw and that was where its magic lay. With her real eyes the Knight saw even more.

I have a balcony, like Rapunzel, but no hair to drape over the rails. I cut it all off the day I realized there would never be a prince to invite up.                                                        He probably would have                         &

Sleeping humans breathe in the same cycle as waves kissing the shore.                                 No more, no more,                                 do I sail out to sleep                          

        "Let's go out tonight." Liam spun around, closing his computer with a click. Bekkah pulled her book down, looking over the cover at the him.        "Are you crazy? You do remember what we're doing in the morning?"        "Of course I do. New life in the world, new life in our society."        "And you want to go out? Should we be resting or something?"        "No, we must go dancing," he insisted. He paced eagerly back and forth in front of the fireplace.        "Why is dancing so important?" Bekkah asked, picking her book back up to show that she was not making any serious effort in the conversation.        "I'll call Sa

Day Seventeen - Someone from Your Childhood I haven't seen you in probably years. My grandmother says that you're quite good looking now. I'm sure she's right and perhaps it's an injustice to you but whenever I picture you I can't even imagine you as tall and handsome or whatever it is now. I still see a little boy with bright red hair and freckles. The same little boy who would creep upstairs with me to his grandfather's study , even though his grandmother said not to bother him when he was working. Because he had the dinosaur video game that let you fit the bones together like puzzle pieces before telling you about them. We were both eq

  Within a month she had an invite from Josh for supper. When she got there Jude was nowhere to be seen but this didn't bother her as much as she had expected. She and Josh had plenty to catch up on.   He was showing her his gallery/studio space upon her request.   "You've come a long way over the years. I think you've gotten even better than when we were dating."   "You think so?" he beams. She laughs at his child like appreciation.   "Yes, I do. And I thought you were incredible at the time so you really have come a long way." She runs her finger along the frame of one.   "How long have you known Jude?" she asks. Josh begins laug

Self Destruction        Breathes out as cigar smoke from his lungs,        Lingers like stale beer on his breath,        Is laced in with his grass,        Pushes away "perfect" with his words and hands. Masochism        Crackles between her short nails and peeling cuticles,        Jumps from one sun-caused freckle constellation to the next,        Follows accidental scars like highways on her skin,        Comes back decisively, desperately, foolishly, at a whistle. Heartbreak        Is how he hurts himself,        Repeats this habit over and over.        Was never how he tried to break her,        Knows her own resi