“I’ve gotten fat,” I said. “Not fat,” says my Mom. “Not fat,” says my boy. “Not fat,” says another fat chick. “You’re fat,” says the chart. …well shit. I’ve eaten and moved Most well in my life. I exercise way more Then just once or twice. I eat all my veggies, My fruit and no … Continue reading I’m Fat, by a thirty-something
A peek into my smartphone---oh, the invasion of privacy!
I often stand On the old pecan field Grazing the newest grass. I know better then To dig in deep For truffles Or winter roots. For the moment I leave A print in the earth My time there will ‘come Unsettled. I’m told it’s to hide The dirt that’s inside Is shoddy And of shallow … Continue reading The Old Pecan Field
Another college assignment story. This one I based on two girls I knew my senior year of high school. One was...a weirdo. The other was unfortunately targeted, one of those victims of kids who are carelessly mean. My professor also didn't like this story. Got only a B for it. Frog Girl Orchestra was a … Continue reading Frog Girl
It's been a while, but I think this story was inspired by a girl I knew back in college. I'd known her since high school, along with the boy she liked. She wasn't...a terribly easy person to get along with, despite her outgoing personality (though that somehow made it harder, like she was Bruce from … Continue reading Make’n Pretty
I remember you most on a black bench, fingers on the keys, trying to play as passionately as you wanted to be, as you were, for you held your wild heart uncertainly. You knew not how to hold it properly. But all I could hear was you banging too hard on the keys. Trying to … Continue reading Black Bench
Those who have reached the dream cry hope, while those who grow old in the gray light of poverty shake their heads. So shake me loose. Where is the middle ground? Or is this overcast life it? They say dreams are fickle, corrupting, even. As much to peel you back for spoils as to give … Continue reading The Worth of Dreams
I crouch in a dark room. Sun closed off. Sky closed off. Curtains, keep all sight away, because my chest is painfully tight and a hole is burning through me for no reason, and it blisters against the thoughts screaming "Why?" But there's really no answer to that. Or an answer too large to hold, … Continue reading Off Kilter
Tell my why I prefer naked moonlit nights to the shade of sunny days. I'm not white, I'm the color of murky ocean, curdling beneath me with drifting globes of jellyfish. I dream of peeking down below at all the things that grow there. I'm meant to lounge in softness, killing dragons, slaying monsters, in … Continue reading Shade of Summer Days
We don't talk anymore. Whether it's because you're hiking different cliffs followed by almost children, or because I'm too aware of the threat of your sex to what I need most. I don't know. But we don't talk anymore. I admit, I still wonder about the path you stood by and offered to me with … Continue reading We Friends Don’t Talk Anymore
Author T.S. Lowe 