April Fox

Category: asheville nc

June 14, 2015

Movin’ to the Country

This is our first summer in our new place in the country, and it’s even more beautiful than I expected it to be. I love the quiet of it, the wildlife, the way the storms play pinball off the mountains with the thunder, the way every walk down the driveway shows me something new. I…

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June 9, 2015

Paper Doll Nightmare

Such a lonely boy, sitting in the corner pulling off the heads from all your little dolls twisting up their limbs like rubber bands, angry that you never had the strength you need to break them Poking holes in fragile skin, stabbing orifices raw They are headless spewing bile from their bitter brains Even bruised,…

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June 7, 2015

Hank & Cupcakes, Asheville NC 06-06-15

If music is the sonic equivalent of sex, these guys leave your legs shaking and your chest tight and holy fuck, you’d give anything for a glass of water if you could just manage to walk to the kitchen to get it.

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May 24, 2015

Blackberry Winter

Blackberry winter, they call it riding in on the backs of the long, hot days of early summer creeping up your arms and legs like ticks to suck the life from you and the breeze is a violent embrace, and the moon is pale and thin and the light from the stars is always an…

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May 19, 2015

Drawing Lines

I am drawing lines on the dark in silver sparkle markers and fluorescent yellow crayons, dragging brushes through the stories that I took too long to tell, painting I am not the end of this all over everything. I am not, have never been the pounding heart, the arms and legs gone numb have never…

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May 14, 2015

Old Women

They are relics now, standing side by side in crumpled parchment skin, flesh-colored stockings, sleeves and masks left too long in the fold pile slightly damp and scented of lavender, sunshine and mildew…

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April 28, 2015

Mother Whore and the Monsters on the Hill

…they are children playing dress-up in the whore mother’s clothes. Dirt track spreads her legs and welcomes everybody in, tries to make her face a little prettier…

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April 17, 2015

Waiting

Old friend, long lost left behind All the ugly things you never wanted are right here, in the palm of my hand waiting to be given back to you.

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April 15, 2015

Watching the Sheep

I asked him, where are the bullets kept? all dolled up in my Sunday best bedroom shoes and a battered old nightshirt He looked at me, puzzled they’d be in the bedside table, I guess if we kept bullets, or a gun in the house. So I went about my daily life painted my nails…

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April 15, 2015

Spring

If the fear doesn’t get me the winter will, freeze me out of myself until I crack and drown below the surface Each turn of the page pulls me closer A spiral drawn in shades of black and grey So for now I’ll sit and watch the rain, watch the world come back to green…

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