Fifty Words

one year of fifty words

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May 16th

the letters

These are for you, she said. Give them back to me when you mean it. They were my letters to her,...

May 16th

that's me

I wander. I click and clack. I breathe black smoke. I carry the sun and I carry the moon. We run...

May 15th

try again

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see your face. I see your blue eyes and blushing cheeks and...

May 14th

the face

Every face tells a story, he said to us. When we walked on the streets that day we saw them, in the...

May 12th

the comet

Every hundred fifty years I come for you in dashing gold and blue. Hello, I say, from my shroud of...

May 11th

the cheer

He’d always been so ungrateful: sour when snow glittered overhead, rueful when rain whispered soft...

May 8th

last words

These are the last words. Time will turn them to fossils of left-justified Georgia, but the old...

May 7th

there was

There was that fall on the ice, his jeans torn and leg bleeding. There was that spring, bright and...

May 6th

the note

There it lay, tucked shyly between a bagged egg salad sandwich and a juice box fresh with...

May 5th

she was beautiful

She was beautiful, and not the kind you see in movies, features glowing in soft focus, soundtrack...

May 5th

brawley

Brawley wears a gold helmet and a black leather bomber’s jacket. 42, it says on the sleeve, with...

May 1st