Fat Lip

Fat lips should most definitely be celebrated. -AS Fat Lip Originally posted on a 6s community, August 6, 2010 at 12:09pm His face turned crimson and tears edged out of their prison as he ran around the corner of the house. Five-year-old humiliation is a supremely malignant condition, and he knew this even as he ran. Sure, it hurt when the…

The Points of Life

For some it is mystery, for some science, and for some divine. Still, for those of us who see it as all three— -AS The Points of Life Originally posted on a 6s community, August 31, 2010 at 9:36am In the beginning there is an ovum and a spermatozoon, each bearing twenty-three chromosomes. Once the two are joined, the corpus is…

A Simpering Mess of Blinded Writer

This was written in the depths of a long, dreadful summer still making itself known, mixed with conversion disorder. It was autobiographical at the time, and I’m glad it’s fiction now. -AS A Simpering Mess of Blinded Writer Originally posted on a 6s community, September 28, 2010 at 9:17am Have you ever thought you saw something move, but the harder you…

A God Unto Himself

My life has been charmed, surely. -AS A God Unto Himself Originally posted on a 6s community, August 23, 2010 at 10:30am The sailboats tossed about, careening dangerously as little men tumbled into a vast sea. The god of it all was laughing and watching without a trace of horror or a semblance of remorse. As one ship righted itself, the…

Still Still

This piece reflects on heat and dried-out red clay, waiting and hoping for rain. -AS Still Still Originally posted on a 6s community, May 31, 2011 at 8:03pm The cracked red earth stretches out its veins as far as anyone of them can see, and the tallest boy opines that the cracks likely go to the center of the planet. Today…

Untitled

This was written for those who can no longer see you on this earth. -AS Untitled Originally posted on a 6s community, August 10, 2011 at 4:54pm I rise; you don’t stand. I cry; you don’t feel. I rage; you don’t see. I strike; you don’t turn. I languish; you don’t hear. You are; I am no more.

From the Blood-Red Shoes

You’ve got to love a great pair of shoes! -AS From the Blood-Red Shoes Originally posted on a 6s community, April 5, 2011 at 12:19pm Her shoes shined like blood with a slight decrease in oxygen. Heels, so high and spare that they whispered down the corridor, picked the lock of lust in the minds of her unbidden audience, for the heels…

Who Could Argue with That?

I sometimes miss these days of very young boyisms, but a wise woman once told me to find something to enjoy in every phase. That’s the trick to living in the moment. -AS Who Could Argue With That? Originally posted on a 6s community, June 13, 2011 at 12:21pm Air rushes past my ears and rattles the leaves above us. Eldest…

Beautiful Pain

Have you ever experienced beautiful pain? -AS Beautiful Pain Originally posted on a 6s community, August 8, 2011 at 6:25pm The most inalienable pleasures originate in beautiful pain. You only know it if you know it, because you don’t know what you don’t know. If the whispered words or the rooftop shout of “beautiful pain” stirs nothing within you, my sympathies.…

6 Minutes to End

Enjoy a little flash fiction! -AS 6 Minutes To End Originally posted on a 6s community, August 15, 2011 at 10:44am Six minutes to end, you kiss your life-love, sending the sum of your love through your lips, wound about your tongue, and seeping from skin to skin. Five minutes to end, you swing each boy in a circle until he…