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Happy to Blunder Through
by Nadine Worley Tentatively stepping into the forest of our conversation, I find myself walking along a trail of timid pauses. Awkward leaves of laughter fall, making it harder to see the destination ahead. But that’s just fine. I prefer these feral surroundings to the standard procedure of communication that is done in the sterile, trite conditions of commonplace exchange. We need not be...
by Nadine Worley I will not answer the cry of the hawk As not to barge in on its lively conversation With the pine
by Nadine Worley Our love grows like the veins in an unborn chicken, multiplying in layers of blue and red as it sits under a mother hen’s warm incubation. The words you whisper to me float brightly about in the stream of my thoughts, a rubber duck circling the drain of my day. Your hands on my hips are the Batman signal, bringing good to even the darkest night sky, never mind it being through...
by Nadine Worley The rain parachutes in Landing precariously on the roof Of our sodden homes It slides surreptitiously Down metal shingles Whose tin gleams have been dulled By the clouded canopy billowing In the sky Descending is a game Won only by infiltrating the crevasses In plaster, drywall, wooden fixtures When victorious The rain will celebrate its success With a jump from the ceiling...
Eye for an Eye
by Nadine Worley Twitch, twitch I flail and I twist Twitch, twitch I am not missed Twitch, twitch I feel your heart beating Twitch, twitch Now it beats in my fist A zombie’s revenge Is sweeter than most You don’t have a clue Though I don’t mean to boast As I stand there grinning Your insides ooze How do you think the phrase “Over my dead body” Came to be used?
by Nadine Worley My fingertips rolled Over cracked beige paint chips Searching for the dull switch That would bring artificial light To my dawn Upon doing so The fluorescence Which regularly flooded my sink Was replaced by a dim glaze I gawked at the eyes That bore into mine Through the two way glass Lidless yellow lumps Drizzled a pallid flow of puss Onto sallow cheeks In response to the...
by Nadine Worley A copper colored leaf quakes, shivering in the midst of gray weather, smoldering skies and icicle strewn driveways. The chlorophyll in her stem has abandoned her, along with the warmth of summer days. She slowly begins to crumble. Without color’s cheery hand to grasp, the leaf allows crisp winds to surround her- lets Father Winter take his course. When the bones of dead...
by Nadine Worley An abrupt wind without mass, you briefly flashed by my bed to speak to me in a language that I didn’t understand, but with words that held comfort nonetheless.
Short Story Intro
by Nadine Worley Soaked through with the impotent drops that consisted of the forsaken precipitation otherwise known as rain, I stumbled along the splattered sidewalk, looking up at the heavens in utter hatred. The houses here looked like murder caves. Scratch that- murderous HOBO caves. I had never even seen this part of town before. Now I knew why. Looking back through the drizzling haze of...
by Nadine Worley Grief sails toward our hearts, Frothing and bleak Riding on waves of heartbreak, Swarming with schools of misery When it hits, We will collapse From immense, onset pain This depression Sea salt in a wound, Surging agony all to be gained This storm might seem harmless, Majestic, as it’s been deemed But its guise only harbors dire means It’s going to drown us all,...
Have You Ever Thought
by Nadine Worley She sat down at the quite mundane dinner table, and upon her mother saying grace, interjected, “Have you ever thought that tongue would make the perfect snack? Yes, tongue- tongue, you see, could keep children quietly chewing until dinner was served. Bulging stomach could make the perfect foie gras, just rich enough to have you wanting a salad. The salad, of course, would be...
by Nadine Worley He is a fox Trotting through the woodlands of Rome Purposefully placing shiny red berries On a path intended to lure birds down From their honorable positions in the trees With a sly lick of his lips A sugary sweet sap seeps out of his snout Covertly covering the forest in a fine sheen Of deception Too ignorant to soar away When the chance arose The birds are now...
by Nadine Worley Spindly tendrils of poison appear No one sees them wandering near Through the waves it swims about Suddenly, you hear a shout A little girl comes running ashore The stinging begins And there’s blood galore The jellyfish silently floats away Deadly and squishy Looking for prey
Recorded in Papyrus
by Nadine Worley He was found along the delta, the river lapping against his ashen body- bobbing him to its pulse. We knew not of him, but he was to be buried just the same. Doused with the required preparation liquids, his skin glistened with palm wine and the Nile’s perspiration. Yet the aura emanating from the embalming table remained dark, darker than the kohl stained eyelids of Cleopatra. And...
by Nadine Worley The melanocytes in my cheeks are stagnant, refusing to produce magenta, ruby, rose, or even the slightest hint of salmon. Let them turn my face to wine, so my embarrassment can intoxicate you. Let the transformed pigment in my cheeks show for me the pain, the love, the anger that even I am not willing to give away. Let me sit here thinking something other than, “I wish I could...
by Nadine Worley I have absolutely nothing appropriate to say. My perverted peek of amusement lifts its head, hearing the invitation to be let loose, but I do not set it free. I have been trained to treat it as venom, spewing out sparks of sin. Foul words form on my tongue. They threaten to slur a string of profanities together, making my language explicit. My innocent thoughts have...
Irrelevant to the Cadaver
by Nadine Worley The depression in this room is so thick. It drips into the silence like that one drop of syrup that escapes through dark wooden cracks in a picnic table, left to rot after a summer brunch outside. But, speaking of rotting. Speaking of gravestones, fake flowers and sewn shut eyelids. Speaking of death, Mother Nature must have seen this one coming. Wind wraps around the...