crisscross counting red
raw for the clawing for
the shift without skirts
moving on mists they hide
the curled disguise and
whisper crushed velvet
washes at scars inside
inside
No comments on insidesame
same click same
same same same
click click same
again and again
click again same
more clicks same
same more same
again click same
same same
click click click
click more click
clickity click
wait
same click samenot this
most of what matters
is not this, said she
turning out the lights
before slipping
between the sheetseverything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven [Apr 23, 02:32] Recorder — sleepless
[Note: I found some recordings on Alice’s phone. These are the original transcriptions; however, where I thought I could unscramble the garbled or inaudible sections I added my best guess at what was said or the source of the noise. ~a_boojum]
[voice speaking into the phone, just above a stage whisper]
Okay. Calmer now. Still can’t sleep, but.
[sigh]
Kyle would tell me that hate is a poison that harms me or something all Zen. That I need to let the hate go and just find a —
[male voice, inaudible]
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Reblog: Be careful what you wish for (part 2)
This is a story that Jolene and I started collaborating on a while back. Then life got in the way for me and we didn’t see the story to completion at the time. Part I is here.
She also got to see the hidden dark side of my editing processes and probably wanted to run away screaming. I once shared a strikethrough version of such a process on this site or the earlier iteration and the lasting comment from readers was, “Wow, that is lot of red text.”
Add side comments in the margin along with those redlines and my process quickly appears more madness than method.
No one would blame a collaborator if they scooted. Quickly.
A few months back, Jolene mentioned off hand that I should run with it and, once again, I had too much on my plate. I said something to the effect of “that goes both ways, feel free to resurrect it.”
So she did.
So far, we’re in familiar territory for me.
While we blocked things out with some rough notes, I’m sure she’s soon going to go less familiar territories.
This should be fun.
where things roam
willowing and waiting
that languishdrag on me
cigarette slow and midnight
long the cries i dream
gutwretch pull at seams
hollow of hollows
a song burns low for
stretch years alone
in kissing of voids
where dead things roameverything falls apart — author’s note
First off: I lied.
I said in an earlier post that I intended to approach this story as a challenge in experimentation with epistolary storytelling.
I started with the best of intentions, but then things took on a life of their own once I started developing and writing this story. There is significant daylight between what I said I was going to do and what it has become.
“Everything Falls Apart” is not epistolary. Not really.
It is more “salvage” fiction.
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everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven [Aug 3, 19:57] Signal — kali nótt
kali · 19:57
73 — r u still interested in your little dive w/sixpenny?Alice · 21:36
Hey kali. I was wondering if u had ghosted me. Yes. still interested.kali · 21:42
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Not my style.
Had to wait for 6p to come to the club. He went dark on mobile. Says digital messes up his zen or some shit. His zen ain’t bothered when HE wants to talk, tho. “Where are you, kali of the night?” Gets on ur nerves.tagged:
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fade away
fade away fade away
on the night's wings
i cannot hear for
all the mewling
at the tops of fences
yowling for a dreameverything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven [Apr 23, 00:21] Image — Star Tribune Clipping
[Note: The dates of photographs and images are based on the timestamp of photos or when they were saved.]
[Image: A newspaper clipping that has creases worn soft, with tape across corners where the fold lines meet. The clipping appears yellowed, but may be a result of inadequate lighting when the photograph was taken. The article’s date is not legible in the photo.]
Lowry Hill man shot and killed in dispute over barking dog
Neighbor charged with second-degree murder; residents say dispute over noise had simmered for weeks
By Hazel Peterson, Star Tribune
Kyle Donovan, 55, of Lowry Hill, was fatally shot during an argument between two of his neighbors on Sunday morning.
Witnesses said Donovan stepped between the two men and was urging them to calm down when the gun went off.
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