Monday, April 21, 2014

BEGINNING OF THE END: PROSE POETRY FROM THE PAST by Sheldon Lee Compton

Some people must have friction.  It’s the friction that sparks their humanity.  I knew a girl once who kicked her shoes off in high school whenever she was going to fight someone.  That friction warmed her, it was the only thing that warmed her.  She was so cold.  So cold.

She lied.  She manipulated.  She held thoughts for ransom, ransom for which there was no offer.  She held people in place as if she were an unknown planet that had just tugged them into a dark matter orbit.

And they smiled as they died.

Four of my new stories on the horizon in four great journals

Distressing news first. I sent out a manuscript to some important people and realize now it was in critical need of about three more draft...