Tag Archive: 100 songs project

The Shadow of Your Smile

The sun rises and sets without you. I wake up at the crack of dawn, punch snooze, then buzz for a few minutes. I stand, waiting for the icy blast to hit met… Continue reading

9 to 5

9 to 5 it is your shift. From 9 to 5, our souls are cut. Eaten by the faceless suits. From 9 to 5, we are slipping into a meat grinder, marrow and… Continue reading

Arthur’s Theme (Best That You Can Do)

at the cross, I stub my toe — piercing blood trickles down to the open mouths of rocks — and grimaced limps — bottom teeth grounding against the pounding molars — you squat… Continue reading

Springtime for Hitler

Characters: Gary — An American foreign exchange student in Germany Karl — His German roommate Setting: Gary and Karl’s dorm room. A quarter past nineteen one hundreen hours. Or, as the Germans call… Continue reading

I’m Easy

ONE. She huffed and a clouded wisp came out. Triple lines appeared below her eyes, as her pouted chin sagged against her fist. Jagged lines flew out of her head as did a… Continue reading

Ding-Dong! The Witch is Dead

They say color doesn’t make a man. But green makes a witch. The green of the tears of trees or the flattened old bill or the slices of bread standing too long. They… Continue reading

The Rose

O spring, O joyous day! Which cracks the snow upon the sidewalks. Oh melted wonderland of burning slush, and hark the praises of the nightingale to the lovely maidens, and how they curl… Continue reading

Put the Blame on Mame

Barely puberty, when she heard the word “Slut.” She was unsure of what it meant; she heard daddy call mommy that, and mommy call Aunt Marga that. Aunt Marga never visited afterwards. She… Continue reading

Come What May

The plastic cup fell to the floor as my hand limped to the side of the bed. Sanitized water spilled across the white tiles, first just under the bedside table, then seeping through… Continue reading

(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life

Sway, my love, hips buckling, the mambo pushes your legs up, to my hand. The drums pound to the foot’s prance, and a shoulder’s wave sparks the width of the floor. Arms hip-… Continue reading