MR. EGGJACKET |
Every day she shuffled home by the light of some floating cranberries on 33rd st. Then, it was Christmas morning, and the stink filled the air. There would be no more light to go by in only a matter...
Posted by Jacqui on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 11:30:00 PST |
RABBITS no.4 |
They didn't realize that they were only millimeters away from being Rabbis.
Posted by Jacqui on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:08:00 PST |
RABBITS no.3 |
The rabbits never resented her. Some were black and had ashy skins, some were grey-green with a light blue underfur (the Shadow rabbits), and some were a tawny gold and had a smell like light leaking...
Posted by Jacqui on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:37:00 PST |
RABBITS no.2 |
She made a quilt out of the rabbits. Grandmother loved them, and in winter was cold in her wheelchair. Often her knees turned a chalky periwinkle and flaked iridescently like the top of a very light...
Posted by Jacqui on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 12:06:00 PST |
RABBITS no.1 |
By the time she came back, the rabbits had arranged themselves in the boxes on the driveway. There was a strange math between the white fur of the rabbits, the pattering drifts of leaves and the card...
Posted by Jacqui on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 10:56:00 PST |
THE ARMOR |
There wasn't enough in her pockets to scare out the catcalls of morning.
Posted by Jacqui on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 02:04:00 PST |
THE REGRETS |
I never did want the responsibility the way the child-wife wants the metallic foil package from her lumberjack husband, to ward off darkness and pine boughs and all the rest of the guilt. I never did...
Posted by Jacqui on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:19:00 PST |
THE CAT |
She missed him often. It was a missing the way you miss a gold bar you never held, but then dropped into the face of the earth, its forgiveless mouth perhaps. At times, at night, she would feel his ...
Posted by Jacqui on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:24:00 PST |
THE TREES |
An upside-down Christmas tree seemed a sinister thing, but not really when you put it in the odd American house. Pink-wrapped chocolate bows and foil bells could only distract from its malevolence. ...
Posted by Jacqui on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 11:33:00 PST |
THE WHITE NOISE |
At first he was able to sustain a lot of interest. But then things got unbearable and tiresome, and a sound like breaking glass or nails in his palm spiked his eardrums like the claw of an intr...
Posted by Jacqui on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 03:10:00 PST |
