Posts Tagged: life

six word story no. 35

the absence of angst startled her.

six word story no. 35

the absence of angst startled her.

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“all I want in life is to be eaten by a tiger”

Originally posted on sarahgoodreau:
a man wrestled a tiger and won. over a post match glass of sherry the man confessed he had wanted to lose. “all I want in life is to be eaten by a tiger”, he said.

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“all I want in life is to be eaten by a tiger”

Originally posted on sarahgoodreau:
a man wrestled a tiger and won. over a post match glass of sherry the man confessed he had wanted to lose. “all I want in life is to be eaten by a tiger”, he said.

saturn return

The inconvenient thing about rebirth is the lack of space. There’s a mess of tangled legs behind my rib cage– the old me that’s no longer funny, no longer charming without a gin and tonic in hand, and one or

saturn return

The inconvenient thing about rebirth is the lack of space. There’s a mess of tangled legs behind my rib cage– the old me that’s no longer funny, no longer charming without a gin and tonic in hand, and one or

correspondence 9.9.16

It is ten o’clock where I am, at a cafe, on an island down south, where a Thai cook is watching television, having already prepared my breakfast. It is low season, and in the course of the day, I am the only one he will see.

correspondence 9.9.16

It is ten o’clock where I am, at a cafe, on an island down south, where a Thai cook is watching television, having already prepared my breakfast. It is low season, and in the course of the day, I am the only one he will see.

ernesto

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by deger bakir You wore a skirt, it was purple, a favourite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus…

ernesto

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by deger bakir You wore a skirt, it was purple, a favourite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus…

it takes half an hour to get home

She slides her feet forward so her scarred limbs stretch between the legs of standing passengers.

it takes half an hour to get home

She slides her feet forward so her scarred limbs stretch between the legs of standing passengers.

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

correspondence 17.6.16

  From: Babe <listentothebabe@mail.com> To: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@mail.com> Date: Friday, June 17, 2016 at 9:39 AM Subject: the way the rain smells Dear G I’ve been waiting for the rains to come since early May. The locals say that this

correspondence 17.6.16

  From: Babe <listentothebabe@mail.com> To: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@mail.com> Date: Friday, June 17, 2016 at 9:39 AM Subject: the way the rain smells Dear G I’ve been waiting for the rains to come since early May. The locals say that this

the local

You had not spoken to anyone in weeks. Nothing of any consequence beyond the polite thank you, keep the change, I’d like a cappuccino please. These interactions were your only connection to the world, the only proof you still existed,

the local

You had not spoken to anyone in weeks. Nothing of any consequence beyond the polite thank you, keep the change, I’d like a cappuccino please. These interactions were your only connection to the world, the only proof you still existed,

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

elastic phantasm

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
collage by Deger Bakir Kate and I were the only ones on the beach. The rains were over but the sky was still gray and people were afraid to come out. Even the seagulls stayed…

elastic phantasm

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
collage by Deger Bakir Kate and I were the only ones on the beach. The rains were over but the sky was still gray and people were afraid to come out. Even the seagulls stayed…

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’t…

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’t…

something about merry

1. Alexander spelt her name Merry but he pronounced it right, so his mother didn’t bother correcting him. Besides it suited her, thought Sophie– Mary was a cheerful little soul. 2. Mary cleaned their house, took care of Alexander, now

something about merry

1. Alexander spelt her name Merry but he pronounced it right, so his mother didn’t bother correcting him. Besides it suited her, thought Sophie– Mary was a cheerful little soul. 2. Mary cleaned their house, took care of Alexander, now