Monthly Archives: April 2010
2009
I have nearly forgotten my mother when I get the news that she’s dead. It happens right after I walk into my apartment. It’s been a long day spent in even longer traffic. I drop everything at the door and … Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
her words
are gunfire in a schoolyard at three pm her words are like snorting the ashes of what was once new york city after a nuclear holocaust no bullshit her words are strange sexy lethal and beautiful— © 2010 Steve Calamars
The Gone One
She was a woman who had contempt for women and was easily frustrated by her body—cramps, its tendency to fat, its sensitivity to cold. She came like a man: quickly, usually before him. She spoke plainly when she wanted time … Continue reading
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Open Mic and Containment
Open Mic Intrigued by the film noir flyer sealed into the corner streetlamp. Seduced by the scent of sublime stogies and murmuring macchiato. The grizzly, lazy-eyed sidewalk strummer fingering linear chords like a lost virtuoso looked up to greet me, … Continue reading
Making A Home Out West
I am an easterner. I was born in Goldsboro, North Carolina, raised in Plattsburgh, New York, and grew up in New Hampshire. At 30, I moved to Colorado to become the westerner I’ve always wanted to be. There is so … Continue reading
Filed under Nonfiction
