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The only god he knows

Kris — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 06:48:40 +0000

A small house a small space a small life less than he imagined and still they are taking.

He stands alone. Pours. Lifts a cheap plastic tumbler from the counter and drinks. Pours again. He breathes deeply and lets the acrid honey of loss and despair coat the crumbling internal walls of his being. ...The only god he knows

At approximately 9:02 and 14 seconds pm

Kris — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 20:55:45 +0000

The other day, I wrote of playing a board game with Maj.

Today, I am writing of playing a board game with Kallan . . . although you will be forgiven if this is not apparent.

I play a card.

“Mom, I need to read you my story about what I would do if ...At approximately 9:02 and 14 seconds pm

Quoins of sand

Kris — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:05:21 +0000

She dreamt.

In the dream, she sat at a sparkling yellow Formica table in a matching yellow chair. She ran her hands along the chrome edging of the table’s surface, brushed her fingers lightly over the table’s flattened sunshine. She pulled one thigh and then the other from the cushioned seat on which she ...Quoins of sand

Best board-game friends

Kris — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 23:51:04 +0000

Maj and I are about to play a board game called Sequence.

Maj reaches quickly for the green chips and announces, “I need you to be red this time.”

I am not so inclined, “Nope. Too Christmassy if all the chips on the board are red and green. It annoys me. Plus red is ...Best board-game friends

Cliff-Notes for Mark

Kris — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:42:18 +0000

“Did you read my post?”

Mark is grinding the coffee beans for the next morning’s coffee, and he is about to head upstairs to bed. As the noise of the grinder fades, he turns to me, “What?”

“Did you read the piece I put up? The one called Beliance?”

“No. Let me do that ...Cliff-Notes for Mark