This is the drive I always take. These are the roads and the sights I see. They remind me exclusively of her. How the coming and going is the ritual, and the ritual of a sort of mantra, and the mantra a sort of prayer. And there the bench on Mayfield, which is like a … Continue reading Ritual
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Abstracted
We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm. How they had shed their original color and become something altogether more vibrant and violent, whipping back and forth in the sky like so many things we could imagine. We realized the many metaphors and metonyms that happened in our minds were crafting … Continue reading Abstracted
What’s wrong with these people?
That night we pull into Texas. I have only been back once since the fire that killed my twin brother Apollo. My family refuses to acknowledge that it ever happened. Pictures of the two of us have been painstakingly photo-shopped so that in each one where once my brother sat there is now a picture … Continue reading What’s wrong with these people?
Author Mark Miller 