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Anxiety and Foreboding Winter 2018/19

“Tick, Tock, Rock . . .” By Brandy A. Rogers

Press Play for the audio. Read along 😉  or Listen away.   Tick, Tick, Tick Nervousness in the Tick Kindergarteners at the circus Running Amuck & mocking me Tock, Tock, Tock Knocking at the door Trying to find a rhythm Like Poe’s Hopeless LeNore Or…   Tick ,Tick, Tick Tock, Tock, Tock Rock, Rock, Rock...
It's A Thing ~ by Jill Massie

It’s A Thing ~ by Jill Massie

“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back”, perplexed her as a child. Her mother was already dead. But the warning seemed tremendously important. So, she avoided the cracks. At all costs. Even to the point of tiptoeing on tiles so as not to touch the grout lines. It was tremendously important though she did...
Hunger - by Anna K. Gorisch

Hunger – by Anna K. Gorisch

The Queen had a gift. She could communicate much more clearly through silence than through speech. Her words turned out to be meaningless, useless bullshit. Sentences sent you in circles, paragraphs perplexed. With words, she simultaneously conveyed admiration and disgust, her smile a lousy disguise for her condescension. Her language left me feeling unstable and...
Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment - by A. Almond-Harvey

Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment – by A. Almond-Harvey

Tomorrow will probably not take care of itself, so please do not wait to sleep until you are dead. How will you build memories of now, then?
True Story: in two parts ~ by Sean Siple

True Story: in two parts ~ by Sean Siple

This is a true story of anxiety and foreboding, in two parts. It happens all at once, so it is not quite a flow from beginning to middle to end, or flashback style or even linear much at all. Both pieces appears in Skyline alone and hopefully will stand that way too. Alone, separate and...
On the Tracks ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

On the Tracks ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

“It feels like a slow apocalypse.” My 19-year-old daughter, on a short trip home from college for Thanksgiving, put words to the lurking cloud that had not yet fully shaped, much less been acknowledged and named, in my brain. I’d not yet come across this term used in dystopian theory, but it certainly resonated. Devastating...