on parenthood / the convergence of the twaina tot upon the shoulders of her father watches zebras and monkeys and tigers slumber on sandstone beneath a heavy emirati sun. fingers stained with blood orange, stuffed in her cheeks, sweet tooth! blessèd be the man! for he carries his little queen in his arms, and when the weary lids of the sky fall shut he tucks her in to bed, plants a kiss on her forehead.on parenthood / the convergence of the twain6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i watch two pink jetstreams perpendicularly converge on a twilight canvas: one, from seed, is thin and sharp and its superior is long and bountiful across the plain before the child ever reaches it - yet when it does - when it has left a gash in heaven, its father has dispersed, is a shadow. is that parenthood?
dad, you butt heads with me like two rams would, wear me thin to make me bulkier like the weights in my hands do. but when i catch you, in passing, sleeping on the sofa (no sounds are like eerie negative space and you're too still for my liking), grey hairs have crept across your scalp like a rolling wave. [scary] dad
The Greatest BastardI think I see it clearly now; the truth behind the anger. I left you, didn’t I? I said I loved you and I left you, just like all the rest, those other great bastards. You didn’t want to let me in fully because you were afraid this would happen - yes, afraid, and you’ll scoff at this and say I’m delusional, because gods are never scared, not even the small ones. But all things told and all lines read between - you were scared and then I confirmed your fears, and I left you. I chose myself, my pride, over you, just like you feared I would, just like all the rest. I went inside my head and left you with a shell of your lover; a shell and all the guilt in the world. And you - who hate guilt more than any one thing in the entire universe - you reacted the only way you could. To make it stop; to make it end. Burning the bridges wouldn’t do, you had to nuke them, a white-hot blast to burn away the pain. Well, I always preferred the bang to the whimper.The Greatest Bastard3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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You Do Consider Yourself ResolvedYou Do Consider Yourself ResolvedYou Do Consider Yourself Resolved6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You do consider yourself resolved until there are more things to resolve. When you have nothing to resolve, the only way to resolve the situation is to go into the unexpected. When you begin to resolve yourself, you need love and truth to prevent being pulled from the unexpected. When you resolve that you don't want to resolve a situation, there is a point when you do want to resolve yourself.