Lost in a School of Swamp Fish

Lost in a School of Swamp Fish “Eleven is the number we need to remember, in case anyone is wondering.” Simon said after doing a head count on a street corner somewhere in Brooklyn. I glanced over at Mark and shrugged my shoulders before mouthing the words, “What the fuck is going on?” He didn’t have any idea either, which almost made me feel comfortable about the situation. Levon was somewhere in the middle of the group, wearing a tie-dye shirt and mud splattered pants. He also had four medals draped over his neck that jingled when he performed certain movements. Every time the medals clanged together, I felt my purse and checked for my tambourine. It wasn’t there. I watched Simon float across the sidewalk with his long, curly hair still dripping wet. “Who takes a shower before a paint party?” I remember someone laughing before we left the apartment. He didn’t care. Simon didn’t seem like the type that is bothered by much of anything. On the subway earlier, he was discussing potential super powers. He began speaking passionately about freezing time during a cum shot, and failed to notice how uncomfortable it was making the blonde lady sitting to his right. After rolling her eyes in disgust, she decided to find a seat elsewhere. Simon didn’t notice. This was his world. The opinion of outsiders was insignificant. Billy, who is Levon’s friend from home, also the reason we were on our way to a Swamp Party, ordered […]

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Allergies before Alligators

Allergies before Alligators As soon as winter ends and the first bird begins singing, the rest of the world slowly starts to join the song. You begin noticing people outside of their homes, wearing gardening gloves while tending to yard work. Soon they are everywhere, teaching children to ride bikes and going for jogs on the main roads. It’s fascinating what a season of bitter coldness does to society. Hibernation becomes necessary because freezing temperatures cause discomfort. Then as soon as the sun decides to share its warmth again, the world comes back to life. My allergies have been bad the past couple of days. I’ve never had allergies before, or maybe I was just too distracted to ever notice. But since the weather has changed and the air has grown more inviting, the pounding in my head has grown too. I’m allergic to sprouting life. I’m allergic to the world’s blossoming beauty. Perhaps that is the purpose of allergies. Physical consequences of a new season that force us to remember the one that came before. Maybe allergies are the world’s way of reminding us that even in the dead of winter we were still alive. The cold didn’t make our brains pound, or our insides itch. It simply made us uncomfortable, and we chose to hide from it. *** Levon just messaged me and asked what I was doing before our plans this evening. “Writing.” I told him. “I should have known.” He wrote back.  Tonight we are going […]

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Blood and Bukowski

Blood and Bukowski   I felt the lids of my eyes start to swell as I reached back into the cab and grabbed the three crumpled dollar bills my drunken friend left behind. The ride was already paid for, but she felt it necessary to throw more torn currency against the leather seat while we stumbled onto the pavement. Clutching her arm, I did my best in navigating us through the entrance of “The Yotel”. It was dark here too, almost as dark as the bar had been, only rather than a crowd of drunken countenances, neon lights flashed across my vision and made the room glow in angry shades of violet. I attempted to choke down my tears for the moment, but it’s nearly impossible to swallow such feelings when your throat is the heart’s closest neighbor. So there we were drunk, in the middle of an enraged purple room, and I was trying to stop crying while my friend was trying to remember how to walk. One of the hotel attendants, a short man wearing designer glasses and an unkempt beard, immediately noticed our state of belligerence. He silently motioned with a head nod to a row of computer screens. I almost found this comical even through my misery because his beard protruded off his face like a curly arrow as he nodded. This was where we were supposed to check-in. I should have known. It is 2014 after all, and we were standing in the middle of […]

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Levon, Andrea, and a Disney Princess

Levon, Andrea, and a Disney Princess   I arrived late because I spent the majority of that day trying to write a story. Levon invited me to drink beer at the fire pit by his lake around 6 P.M. It was now 10, and I fumbled as I tried to carry two six packs while navigating. Where’s James when you need him?, I thought. I was wearing the same outfit I’d been wearing that morning, the same pair of jeans I’d worn all winter, and a faded green button-up that my Mom may have purchased for me back in seventh grade. I was also wearing glasses that I recently bought but had already been scratched. I have terrible vision along with no sense of smell and trouble hearing, and sitting in front of a computer screen all day made my contact lenses prune out of my head. So I squinted out of my glasses that were scratched, while I carried the six packs. I wondered if the scratch was as noticeable as it seemed. “Whoa, why is there a huge mark in the shape of a tree on your glasses?” I pictured them saying. “Sex. I wear a lot of bracelets and sex.” I would answer. I stood in front of the house. I was sure it was the right address, but I heard whistling from somewhere else. “Come down by the lake!” shouted Levon’s voice. Hoping for the best, I walked through the woods without most of my senses. […]

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Looking for Something Different

Looking for Something Different             Exiting the garage with a keyboard in one hand and notebook in the other, I was surprised by the early morning light. It was 5:30 AM, I was aware of the hour, yet there was still something shocking about the break of day. Another dawn crept its way into existence, as the relentless fury of winter was replaced by a symphony of singing birds. I listened to their song and felt grateful for a new season as I hoisted the keyboard into the trunk. I sat in the driver’s seat, and strangled the steering wheel as if it possessed some sort of secret inside its leather. Loosening my grip, I decided to take a deep breath and survey the condition of my car. The passenger seat was covered with coffee cups, articles of clothing, notebooks, restaurant straws, nickels and pennies. I turned my neck, almost fearfully, toward the back seat. It was worse. Where the floor should have been, drums, more notebooks, a tambourine, multiple pairs of shoes, an entire winter wardrobe, more restaurant straws, a box of cereal bars, a couple tubes of toothpaste, colored pencils, and a Chinese wishing lantern, sporadically littered the area. My friend Levon emerged from the garage to spike a piss on the side of the building. I rolled down the window and said, “If the cops pull me over right now they are going to think I’m a crazy person with all this shit in my car.” I AM […]

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