• Pandy Fackler commented on the post, pepper 8 years ago

    The smell of peppers was hanging in the air- a spicy reminder of why we were here. We assessed the damage and looked at each other, knowing full well that this fire had not been an accident. The kitchen was gone. All of my fruits and vegetables, grown with my own hands and sweat, were […]

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, poison 8 years, 1 month ago

    There is a sound like a tap and a scrape, as she pulls out the frosted glass stopper. Pouring slowly, the wine smells warm and spicy. She reaches with long white fingers, into the folds of her dress. A bottle, very small, glints in the dim light of the kitchen.

  • So I’m standing there waiting for my bags to come out at the airport, and this guy walks up to me and says, “Hey, wake up!” He walks away. Then this lady bumps into me and she says, “You are in a coma, dear.” I’m starting to freak a little and then suddenly there is […]

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, step 8 years, 1 month ago

    step to it! the stairway to heaven. Step it up, work harder. There are 12 steps. But there is also a 13th step. Steps are stone or wood or concrete or carpeted or figurative.

  • Oh man what a word. What a convoluted feeling of not wanting to smoke, or wishing that you did not do something that you do anyway. What is it, about the mind and the strength of will, that hitches in the middle when you puff your first and last?

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, chores 8 years, 2 months ago

    There are so many things
    She needs to do
    She thinks about them
    As she watches out the window
    The rain is drizzling down
    Steaming as it hits the pavement, rising
    Back into the air
    She sips
    At her coffee
    Maybe tomorrow

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, crane 8 years, 2 months ago

    She was in the car behind us as the funeral procession made it’s slow and winding path through the cemetery. I wondered what she would be wearing- something scandalous I’m sure. I craned my neck back and tried to see through her through the back window but her car’s were tinted. I wondered, as I […]

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, crush 8 years, 2 months ago

    After the fight, Brutus looked down at his fallen opponent. “You fight like a child,” he said. “You will learn to fight like a man, or you will die before next Autumn.” Arian looked up through a bloody haze, gathering his wits. “I will crush you under my boot-heel before the Summer heat arrives,” he […]

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, lust 8 years, 2 months ago

    I waited for him to get home from work, feeling silly and anxious with my nakedness under the sheets. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to make love to me. I knew that he didn’t want me that way, but I felt that I could change his mind, if he would only […]

  • Antlers are worn on the forefront of the head and are pointed outwards in order to poke the opponent. Whomever pokes their opponent with the most force, wins.

  • Don’t despair, when the sky is a copper brown
    and the sighs of your past come calling
    Do not think that you’re the only one
    who screams for help
    when you’re falling

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, mint 8 years, 3 months ago

    Mint condition, 1983 AMC Eagle wagon. This is the ad that I read yesterday while scanning the classifieds for a new job. I thought about how great it would be, cruising along in that car as the warm Arizona breeze lifted my hair. I circled the ad with a red sharpie. I looked out the […]

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, heels 8 years, 6 months ago

    eels don’t have heels. But if they did they would probably wear some sort of metal shoe, like made out of tin foil or something. . . . some days I got it. Others, not so much.

  • There is a sound
    a clatter, almost

    muffled in your hand
    as you shake snowflakes

    jingling in your palm
    now you are home with me

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, barber 8 years, 7 months ago

    When I think of barbers, I think of the straight-razor shaves that you can only get at a barber shop. They have to be specially certified because, I mean, they are slicing hair off of your face with a razor sharp straight blade. Can’t find too many barbers out there that actually do that nowadays. […]

  • His jaw dropped when she walked into the room. She had a newspaper in her hand and she did not look pleased. Her hips were swinging in that way they did when she was upset about something, and he couldn’t help but get lost in their provocative pendulum as she approached him.

  • Your body is like a furnace, purring warm against me in the night. My cold toes find a home and you don’t mind at all.

  • As an easily sidetracked person, it can be difficult to complete projects. I sit here, surrounded by unfinished writings, paintings, housework, homework, and I think to myself, “Why can’t I just-” Hey look at that little bird outside! I wonder what’s for dinner? I need to call my Gramma. How many pints in 40 gallons?

  • Pandy Fackler commented on the post, spider 8 years, 8 months ago

    She slowly finished up the last sparkling stands of her web and looked around. “Well, that’ll so it, then!” she said, wiping her hands on her tiny apron. “My new web will be the talk of the town!” She gazed over her masterpiece in awe. She couldn’t believe that she, just a tiny spider from […]

  • I stood in stunned silence, the ring of the slap I had given him still buzzing in the air. I looked out the window and saw her outside, waiting in the car. It was snowing and she was beautiful, dark hair curled gently under a red velvet hat. How long had this been going on?