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NighttimeFor all its beauty, the night is always distant and cold. The moon will never wrap you in a warm hug, unlike her friendly sister the sun. The stars are far too busy shining their light to pay attention to an insignificant you, and yet, we see a moonlight, starry night as the ultimate romantic setting. I suppose the darkness shrouds you from the prying eyes of 'others'. But the darkness is not your friend. When you are without that someone, to hold you warm and close, the bitter touch of the moon sweeps in. She reminds you just how alone you are. The night is when you know the 'others' are out there, laughing, hugging, dancing, while you are alone. During the day you can pretend, mask your hurt within a smile that the sun will double with light. In the dark there is nowhere to hide, really. Once we get our eyes adjusted no corner is that much darker than any of the others. But what is worse, sitting alone at night, or sitting by yourself, surrounded with 'others'? Others who will steal
White NoiseWhen the snow stopped falling
everything looked strange.
Like the paper in the sketchpad
I had bought for school.
Like the chair in the family room
we had pulled from the curb
only two months before.
Unlike my sketchpad and chair,
the snow sparkled.
It was clean
except for on the edges.
Have you ever noticed
that for all its whiteness
snow inevitably ends up with
I burned my toast this morning too.
You were not there
to set the toaster.
Before you would always make yours first.
Turning the little knob to the correct temperature,
and I would only have to put the bread in when you were gone.
not this morning.
The bed was cold this morning,
even with all three comforters.
The problem with blankets and teddy bears
is that they don't breath.
this morning it snowed,
so it would have to be cold.
I don't want to go to bed tonight,
surrounded with the cold white sheets.
And the snow.
I don't want to look in the driv
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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