Buttons and Bows
There is a place on 47th where the clientele’s elite; where purses are hamstring, and kisses are sweet. Oh, on 47th, lipsticks blush redder, women are women, pressed, folded, soaked, strunged up as… Continue reading
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Do, Re, Mi
CHARACTERS: DO: Raw grain, before baked bread RE: Who everybody loves. MI: A film that starred Tom Cruise FA: Offensive word for gays SO: Whole seeds thrown to the ground LA: STILL a… Continue reading
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Going out has become a chore these days. Sure, it never really was easy before, but the way the Society flows now, we are receiving invites everyday, each reason more specific than the… Continue reading
Seems Like Old Times
You’ve barely touched your tea. Earl gray, black with one and a half teaspoon sugar. You know I could make that drink in my sleep, or even when I’m drunk. One teabag, sugar… Continue reading
Let the River Run
At first, there was one. She emerged head first, her hair tangled with seaweed. Naked, her bosoms floated on the water as she rose. The curves of her back and hips slid ever… Continue reading
Long Ago (and Far Away)
You danced with that awkward, chubby boy, one night, when he moped at the corner at prom. He drank punch, his date had flew off to the crowned king. But you slid in,… Continue reading
Lose Yourself
The toxicity is in the car as it drives, drives itself up the falling streets of Manila. The toxicity is the used napkin that levitates one second as it falls after wiping my… Continue reading
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg
A man is sitting on a red armchair. Bare-torsoed, he is wearing only a pair of dress pants and socks. He crosses his feet alternately, right over left, then left over right. He… Continue reading
(We’re off on the) Road to Morocco
So, there’s this orb-y thing we got to get. It’s at this undisclosed place that’s quite far (but not that far). We were the trip, me and my buddy. He is the flourished… Continue reading
Footloose
The last ten minutes of service is always the longest. “Stop, Rev. Top,” whispered me to Allie. She bit her lower lip, but the top half of her teeth were still stretching to… Continue reading