Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.But so full of himself.
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.Bloody aftermath.
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Broke his nose.
Unhand MeDexter was right:Lefty was sinister.
Musical ChairsThree women.Three bladders.Two toilets.
Over Before You Know ItCaught stealing.(Just a short sentence.)
Sense MemoryI developed taste.We lost touch.
FisticuffsCall me odd?Now we're even.
A NecklaceHis apology's stonesmatched the bruises.
Back To BaseBoys.Baseball.Broken window.Home run.
Narcissus Gets Over HimselfOn reflection:we're just too alike.
Feathering Your NestSold my homing pigeons.Forty-seven times.
HermaphroditusAphrodite's hair.Helen's face.Adam's apple.
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.(Abridged story.)
Romeo and Sergeant JulietShe takes my fingerprints.Cardiac arrest.
TremorsShe embraced Atlas.The earth moved.
In the Check-in QueueMoney.Ticket.Passport. Passport..?Bedside table.
Promises"Thank you.""For what?""Not leaving."
The IntrovertAlone I am weaker, but safe.
The Craft of the CraftPoems are sculpted.Stories are woven.
Dear HeartOrgans don't feel - chemicals make love.
Help"Nobody ever offers help.""F1 does!"
The Passage of TimeSunrise. Brief fleeting moments. Finally, rain.
Guide to Parenting ContestSilence? Probably mischief in the making.
Sarcasm"Sweet heart" never sounded so bitter.
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
We LostSo we lost.Did you win?
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Lost the plot.