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For the first few stories I fell through this glass tunnel, I could see my brother and sister and friends and my boyfriend and everyone I’ve ever cared about watching me. Some people pressed their hands against my wall when they saw me reaching for them. Sometimes no air at all and only a few inches of glass separated my hand from one I would have loved to have felt, but all I could touch was the cold, smooth innards of this chute, and soon, all of those faces and loving hands were miles above, and I was in hell.

[I’m not sure how long I worked on this, but it was closer to five minutes than one. The page loaded with the gong already sprung.]

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.22.2013 @ 11:56 pm


zip zip
“Thank you guys. You’ve been very sufficient.”
“Don’t you mean efficient?”
“Yeah; sufficient means acceptable. ‘We’ve been very acceptable’? Pssh. We rock this. We’re efficient.”

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.20.2013 @ 7:35 pm


Measure the flour at eye-level.
Measure the beat at heart-level. Or ear-level.
Measure the marigolds.
Measure up? PLEASE. Only in the ways that suit you.

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.19.2013 @ 11:37 pm


I saw reality and the senator had known for decades what was now dawning on me for the first time. I had a lot to learn, and if I was lucky, perhaps I’d stick with this job and get some insight. Wait…. How had I gotten into his campaign circle in the first place?

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.15.2013 @ 9:46 pm


All of us step into the Bronco, buckle up, and slam our doors. Our ginger buddy turns the engine and the CD converter picks up where it left off: Ozzy Osbourne’s “Mama I’m Coming Home.” We hit the road, our worries and obligations left behind in our dorms, and open the sun roof. We’re overjoyed that it’s time to hit the beach and sing our hearts into the wind.

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.14.2013 @ 11:47 am


Spinning rivulets and line segments dancing across the wall like water skippers
Sunlight on water where tiny ripples divide one surface into dozens, light on some smaller surfaces and others darker
Complexity of the water shimmer and complexity of the water skipper

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.08.2013 @ 1:36 pm


The first person I spotted at the Lexington bus station was a man in overalls with a bit of hay poking out of his lips. He had to be my uncle. Nevermind that I’d never met him or seen his picture. He was the countriest man on this curb; the one radiating banjo-fueled, feverish “BLUEGRASS!” vibe while everyone else whispered a cool, smooth “Jazz.” But at least he was here.

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.07.2013 @ 7:57 pm


Written down in dozens of volumes as fact, the tale had seen two decades of skewing and embellishment. Mark bit the head of his favorite green ballpoint. After months of research, he had a theory about the bias with which the facts had been fictionalized. He half-smiled at the fleeting thought of his teachers’ claims–“History is written by the victors” and “Maps are designed by wars’ winners” and “Cities are named and renamed by those in power.” But: Where to start? And would he have time for writing at all if he were going to compete for a hockey scholarship?

» Posted By ISOreality On 09.02.2013 @ 11:15 pm


Dance the night away
(“You are the dancing queen”)
Sing your heart out, louder and louder
(“Sing through the laughter and sing through the tears”)
This is your refrain of starlight & darkness
so make it worthwhile.
Find your beat, make it memorable, and have no regrets.

» Posted By ISOreality On 08.07.2013 @ 3:58 pm


Gamers who eat cupcakes rarely go to bed without further sugar cravings. The frosting is all over their lips and makes them jones all the harder for a way to calm their sweet tooth.

» Posted By ISOreality On 07.16.2013 @ 1:47 am


Crash of corners
melted metal resurfaced into all that clatters
silence to cacophony in an instant
war movie
It’s gon’na get better, man.

» Posted By ISOreality On 06.30.2013 @ 9:00 am


Rubber ducky, darling, I have brought a decoy. Will you spot it in time? No other hunt brings as much fun as duckies in the pool.

» Posted By ISOreality On 06.28.2013 @ 8:34 am


My makeup design and the plan on a friend’s face should complete my incomplete. Latex, wet tissue, scar wax to build up cheek bones and the flowers on the sugar skulls’ brow bones, eyeliner, black-white-grey, and every step of the way it’s powder-base-powder.

» Posted By ISOreality On 06.21.2013 @ 11:32 am


Slipping through the doors to someone else’s private world is a skill some people have and some don’t. Those who do it well can do it undetected, and this scruffy man in the threadbare navy jacket could do it within fifteen minutes of meeting someone.

» Posted By ISOreality On 06.08.2013 @ 8:46 pm


Let’s fire some rockets & firecrackers. KerBLOOEY!
I’m sorry, “stratosphere,” that this is all I’ve got for you.

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.24.2013 @ 4:30 pm


A young bear who effortlessly trumps the influences of others and who surfs the skies as if water-skiing while tied to a plane would be named Kit Clout-Kicker.
…or something.
I think I already popped in for today’s word.

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.23.2013 @ 11:55 pm

Clout is for stomping; clout is for understanding; clout is for vouching; clout is for speaking your piece; clout is for standing up for yourself & for others.
Clout sounds like cow and vouch sounds like vache. Moo.

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.23.2013 @ 4:07 pm


When I got the note at the bar, it was neither signed nor completely coherent, but the handwriting and allusions were unmistakable. Time to do some more business.

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.19.2013 @ 12:48 am


Munch, munch, munch.
Cultists at the altar (Sorry; just writing what I think of)
Old people cookies, flavorless

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.22.2013 @ 6:24 pm


Moving to Alabama ruined this hair color for me. “Roll, crimson damn elephant-tiger-eagle, ROLL.”

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.12.2013 @ 10:47 pm


Lighting up the sky
Golden and turquoise orbs
Celestial illumination
Stars in incandescent, iridescent perfection
What am I writing? Can I make this coherent?

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.11.2013 @ 11:13 am


Wouldn’t it be funny if someone were haunted by a weaver, and the weaver’s loom were to pop up in a shroud of mist and loom in dark corners and alleyways and forests? I smell “Scary Movie 6.”

» Posted By ISOreality On 05.10.2013 @ 11:25 am


Throw a splash of magenta paint onto your white pants. And teal. And Indian Paint Brush Orange. Get messy. Splash some color; those white pants are boring.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.21.2013 @ 9:46 pm


Reaching out and hopping on like it’s a good old San Francisco trolley. Truth be told, going anywhere sounds damn good. Who care if I’m getting homesick? I’ve got wanderlust, too.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.18.2013 @ 5:16 pm


Creature I spy with my little eye
Anagram, Alexander Graham Bell
sentience but a lack of words
intelligent eyes crowning body
pushing through the brush, arms and legs like mine
range of words we’ve invented just doesn’t span this far into the wild
The creature’s a gorilla watching me with the same caution with which I watch her, or him…

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.17.2013 @ 10:03 pm


“–mumbling, underthings tumbling–”
in the background. It was a room full of Niel Patrick Harris fans, but no one was paying attention because we were all peeking out the window to figure out the source of the sounds coming from the neighbor’s house. We were starting to think the real party was at their place.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.16.2013 @ 6:52 pm


Car, car, little go-cart! Oh, wait. That’s a Geo Metro.
Oh I’m a gummy bear, save it, type it, quick erase it. Don’t think; just type. :-p

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.14.2013 @ 11:55 am


The goofy smile on the face of the chick who always sat next to me and never had her own pen was no shocker. Neither was her dark sense of humor. The way she upheld her commitment to treating everyone equally definitely -Was- a surprise, though–and so was the feeling in the pit of my stomach when she pointed her goofy smile directly at me and asked why I didn’t know who Vincent Price was.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.13.2013 @ 6:17 pm


Anchors make killer tattoos–quintessential, baby. I’d like to earn a reason to wear an anchor on my epidermis.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.11.2013 @ 7:31 pm


What do you keep on your dashboard?
My friends and I used to go to this restaurant, Friendly’s, all the time. We’d order appetizers and dessert. We’d always ask for the four-pack of crayons and a children’s placemat to colour on while we waited. Once, my friend and I took the crayons “home” … except we left them in a shallow bowl in the center of my dashboard, and one cold night after a long, hot afternoon at work, I found a solidified puddle of red, yellow, blue and green glazing the bowl.

» Posted By ISOreality On 04.09.2013 @ 7:56 pm

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