She breathes honeybees and silver droplets with ear to splintered wood, swinging in September’s eye, some go off to listen, some to float without knowing why. She kneels among weeds and waits for lilies to arise. Continue reading Resurrection
is included today on “Readers Report Back” on The Rumpus. (The first one.) I’m happy. Continue reading A Little Story I Wrote
I’ve almost forgotten how the crisp autumn air felt when you pushed your fingers in my hair, the flat yellow eye of the sun glaring through the windshield, the musky scent of your perfectly pressed trousers, the high shine on your black shoes. I’ve almost forgotten the rhythmic squeak of rusty springs at the shifting of weight, the sharp intake of breath, the sudden lapse of movement. I’ve almost forgotten you. Continue reading Details
I’m very happy to say I have two poems up on Metazen today. Metazen publishes new poetry or a story every day and is one of my favorite lit zines. Big thanks to them and to editor Christopher Allen. Continue reading Two Poems on Metazen
I caught you in the air like a lightning bug You glowed between my hands, my feet left the ground Our effervescence could not be harnessed, could not be saved in a glass jar with a lid We escaped through the holes and became swallowed in the night Continue reading Through the Holes
That school is ugly, I don’t want to go there It’s brazen and bizarre and all kinds of crazy But sisters get shot dead at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning while watching kids play on the stoop. Sanity is fucked all over Continue reading Two Conversations
Birds flutter in the fountain taking their morning shower, the broken finial cascading a quicksilver waterfall The storm-stripped pear tree is putting out new growth, flower buds, as though it were April instead of September Cicadas are singing a dirge for summer while autumn shines like a beacon and I sigh my relief Continue reading Morning Meditation
His eyes were black like something burnt in the bottom of a skillet. Her hair was red and she wore it up, errant tendrils stuck to the back of her neck like clotted blood On a moonless night they went riding, the big BSA thrumming between their thighs, the sameness of a small southern town burning at their backs, shimmering like something from an apocalyptic fantasy The wind in their faces felt as hot as the flush of adolescent hormones before they learned how to quench that parched thirst, all fingers and sweaty arm pits and muffled groans They rode bare-headed with eyes wide … Continue reading Too Far Gone
In hurricane mode your life becomes an altered reality in which time has no meaning or substance. You’re stuck in a no-man’s land of howling winds, horizontal rain torrents and the pops and creaks of a storm-stressed house. The world outside the storm zone turns on but you’re inside a cocoon of stomach churning anxiety, uncertain of your next hour. After the storm passes, you enter a state of pure exhaustion from days of running on adrenaline and wait for the Gods of Electricity to favor you with power and a return to the normal little life you see … Continue reading New Eyes
31 years cracked today in the early morning stillness, beads of sweat along my lip – recriminations and regret – bad luck needs no mirrors or ladders, anything will do. Continue reading Hard Things
Charlotte Hamrick 