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museum

I am a museum of wayward scrap things. When I was a little kid I’d pick flowers; when I was a preteen I’d spill ink in imperfect circular splotches. Yesterday I ate turkey. Exhibit A.

» Posted By Myona On 11.26.2011 @ 11:28 pm

president

There’s so much wonder in the world that I can’t help but stop and stare. And I love it. I love the dew dropping from the leaf that goes to feed the soil and I love the Etch-a-Sketch illustrations that birds’ wings make. I am the president of this backyard. Me of the Jungle.

» Posted By Myona On 11.26.2011 @ 1:43 am

stunning

Today it was the sound of the windchimes by the door I’d forgotten to remove. I still can’t let go of this. The effect is spontaneous, stunning. I am at work and then out of work and then in a car and then home. I’m fine, really. I’m walking past my front lawn. It smells fine and the day is blue and cloudy. Then I’ll see it, that anything. The trigger that ends me, that reminds me of her again.

» Posted By Myona On 11.23.2011 @ 2:24 pm

study

It was her moment and she was killing it with kindness.
Elisha took one glance at her understudy and bit her lip as she addressed her manager. “I think I’m sick today. I guess you should ask Jess to take over for me.”
She hoped she’d made the right decision.

» Posted By Myona On 11.22.2011 @ 8:57 pm

flare

Flares in his hand.
“Are those illegal?”
“I don’t know.”

I’ve always felt the need to protect him. He’s my little brother. My baby Thomas. My junior pyromaniac.

» Posted By Myona On 11.19.2011 @ 1:39 pm

shuffle

Down on the table came cards flying like bullets and all I could do was stop and stare.

I was eight and the last time my sister told me she’d take me to Circus Circus I believed her. But she’s a liar. I ran away to the casino and played the pretend daughter of random couples, shuffling in between them.

» Posted By Myona On 11.18.2011 @ 1:57 pm

hearts

I settled down and flipped her over. her cheek, smeared with makeup, beckoned me to her, but I couldn’t. I was loyal to someone else. She scowled, first, so I did the unthinkable: I bent her. She cut me in return.
Tonight I bid goodbye to the Queen of Hearts with a bleeding hand.

» Posted By Myona On 11.17.2011 @ 12:58 am

sage

I will never be good enough. An extra half teaspoon of coriander. Skim the sage off that chicken, honey, she’d say, my mother. My dear, sweet, perfect mother. Lounging around in my daydreams. No food I ever cook will be like her’s. I went to culinary school and back, but I knew: her art died with her.

» Posted By Myona On 02.20.2011 @ 3:55 pm

charge

Charging the phone’s never been a good way to pass the time.

TTime’s up! Finish up your last sentence and click the button to submit.
Name * E-Mail * Website
here are only three bars. The first yells, “I’m dying”.

The second, nice but still empty, in a way–the third, impossibly brief.
Briefly impossible.

I’m staring at my phone hoping it’ll revive faster.
I’m waiting.
He’s waiting.

A couple of miles away, the clock waits with us too.

» Posted By Myona On 02.12.2011 @ 8:33 pm

castaway

Not again.

Not again, please.

“Shut up. You love popcorn night. Look, Castaway’s on tonight.”

It’s Monday night, and every Monday night the local movie channel always has some sappy movie on. But it’s not the movie I hate.

“Come on, we’ll share the popcorn this time.”

I can’t wait until I get away from him. And it’s not him I hate, either.

“What’s wrong? Something on my face?”

No, darling. There’s something wrong with *me*.

» Posted By Myona On 04.19.2010 @ 8:25 pm

twig

Perhaps the Green Party and the Whig Party should team up and make the Twig Party.

Wait, but then it’d be snapped in two very easily.

» Posted By Myona On 09.25.2009 @ 6:27 pm

comma

I used to hang out with run-on sentences all the time.

But one day, he stopped running. I couldn’t figure out what happened to him. I finally called his roommate, who replied:

“He’s in a comma.”

» Posted By Myona On 09.24.2009 @ 3:20 pm

check

I hated how no one ever had checkers in their house. It was my favorite game as a small child, but stores never sold it. It was always Scrabble, Risk, Sorry, Monopoly.

» Posted By Myona On 09.23.2009 @ 5:10 pm

early

At what point is it too early to give up?

» Posted By Myona On 09.22.2009 @ 4:10 pm

mercury

Rearranged: Ur mercy
[[is toxic to me]]

» Posted By Myona On 09.21.2009 @ 3:59 pm

distract

People say I’m distracted all the time, but I actually live in that world. When I’m in this one, I’m truly distracted.
I explain this to them and usually find that it’s clear that they need to visit that world more often.

» Posted By Myona On 09.20.2009 @ 6:34 pm

resist

Part of existing is resisting.

» Posted By Myona On 09.19.2009 @ 11:18 am

guided

My day is guided by a bell. Every day. Five days a week. Same with my peers.
It’s like communism, or something.

» Posted By Myona On 09.18.2009 @ 5:23 pm

paintbrush

I am the paintbrush, life is the canvas.
There are no stains.

» Posted By Myona On 09.17.2009 @ 4:13 pm

penny

I never understood why someone would name their horse or daughter ‘Penny’. Who wants to be called cheap?

» Posted By Myona On 09.16.2009 @ 5:12 pm

paperback

Quarterback, paperback, babyback.
I don’t need any of these things back.
Take them away, please.

» Posted By Myona On 09.15.2009 @ 6:02 pm

shower

April showers bring May flowers.
So rain caused Thanksgiving?

» Posted By Myona On 09.14.2009 @ 8:57 pm

oak

Oak trees standing, oak trees swaying, oak trees walking. In a dead subarban town, we are made of them.

» Posted By Myona On 09.13.2009 @ 8:25 pm

corner

I cut corners in races.
I let my parking meters expire.
I claim verbal jinxes first.
I play guitar slouched.
I cheat. Do you?

» Posted By Myona On 09.13.2009 @ 10:51 am

logical

Biological processes, technological advances. Not always logical.

» Posted By Myona On 09.11.2009 @ 4:24 pm

blossom

Everything that blossoms also dies.

» Posted By Myona On 09.10.2009 @ 6:46 pm

knot

Knots on my mind, knots on my vision; I swear my earphones knot around with my phone charger cord while I’m gone.
It’s twice as easy to tangle up everything as it is to untangle.

» Posted By Myona On 09.09.2009 @ 5:41 pm

wanted

I wanted this, I needed that
Guess which I got

» Posted By Myona On 09.08.2009 @ 8:24 pm

anxiety

Disorder. It touches everyone. It only kills some.

I’d tell you, but I’m too shaky to continue.

» Posted By Myona On 09.07.2009 @ 11:45 am

vows

He, in the rain, on his knees, to her face, under stars, upon the earth, clothed in sweat, vows.

That is, if life were one big cliche.

» Posted By Myona On 07.08.2009 @ 11:45 am

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