Friday, September 18, 2015

Part One - 11011 Means I Love U

Intro -- 11011 Means I Love U - A Story Of Friendship Outside The Binary
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 
For information on non-binary gender issues, please visit https://www.glaad.org/tags/non-binary-genders

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Sitting on the front stoop. A cigarette hanging limp from my lip. I watch the midday sun trace shadows of the long tall pines in the parking lot. Why does time move so slow and then so fast when you least expect it. I sat in my army green cargos, meditating on low income apartments and why mine resembled a dilapidated ski lodge or summer camp.

Slowly, but surely, a long shadow of a person bobs in and out of my line of sight. Shifting my eyes, to avoid glare, I catch a glimpse of a stranger. She walks fast, but more out of nerves than any sense of urgency.

“Hey,” I find the word slipping through my teeth from years of trained social obligation.

“Oh,” a quiet reply from above me, “I almost didn't see you there.”

A little noise, one of surprise, maybe humor, escaped my nose. “Ok.” Maybe if I keep it short and less than sweet she will move on her way.

“I don't see you out very often...” The girl stood under the shade of the front stoop, beside me, almost expectantly. I'm not sure what she wanted from me. Conversation? A smoke? I wasn't in a giving mood. “No really. I almost thought you didn't live here.”

Sighing, I turn to face her direction. “I do. Been here a while now. Just not very... social.” There, that ought to keep her at bay, I thought.

“Well, um, I'm going for a walk and don't like going alone. Would you like to go?” Her eyes, they pleaded to me like a puppy dog asking for its dinner. It was at that moment I noticed, they were two different colors. A blue eye and a green eye; how unusual. Her face was full of tiny orange freckles, sprayed across the bridge of her nose, spreading outward to the edges of her hairline, ears and chin.

I took some time to think about my answer. I never talked to my neighbors, let alone hung out with them. However, it would be a good chance to stretch my legs and play with my camera.

“Sure, why not.” Her face was nervously beaming. How sweet. I added, “let me grab my camera from upstairs and we can go.”

***

Locking the door behind me, I head down stairs to the front stoop, camera in hand and ready to walk.

“Hey, um...” I realize I didn't know my neighbor's name. I've met a couple neighbors, but due to my own social anxiety, the names never really stick. “What did you say your na--”

“Lacie, its Lacie.” The words barely escape my lips when she blurted her name out. “And you are Maria? Isn't that... right?”

I'm sure she saw my face go white as a ghost at the mention of the name. I hated that name, and it always came up. Its hard to explain the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach each time someone called me Maria. I wanted to get it changed, but somethings are easier said than actually done. “Ari, I go by Ari.”

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Pause - a little prose

I pause ...

To take a moment;
Blurry in this busy world.


I push play ...

A person speaks to a deafening crowd;
Threats, lies, blame, suffering
Power, greed, laughter, sadness
Weakness, faith, hope, fear.

The crowd consumes all in it's path.
Another crowd appears, seeped in opposition.
Leaders elevated to figureheads;
Figureheads to talking-heads.


I Pause ...

To take a breath;
Suffocating in today's anxiety.


I push play ...

Boats navigate rough seas
Of foreign tragedies.
Borders, walls, nukes, treaties;
Thousands of casualties.

The world is melting under our feet
No home is safe, no animal too.
Belief in what defines our kind
If its not too late to spare some time.


I ...

Try to pause,
but to try is trite.

Face the music
Or face myself.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Chapter 2 - Lost In Glitterdom: You Are Never Alone

- Chapter 2 - 


Beep-beep

Beep-beep

I thought I was in a dream... A nightmare. But it is real...

Beep-beep

Every goddam thirty seconds. This is starting to grow old.

Beep-beep

Not being able to move yet really hinders things. Why is that? Did I take something?

Beep-beep

No... I do not think I do that kind of thing. Someone gave me something.

Beep-beep

Mmnnn... It hurts all over. ...at least I can feel now...

Beep...



***



Dusk again? Cool air sweeps through Broad St Alley, in a whirl of leaves and old pamphlets.

In the distance an engine roars. Oh no. It is happening. Someone help me.

Why am I panicking? It is only a sound... The silver bodied figure tries to slow their breathing as a dark van pulls into Broad St alley. Its' head lights, a beacon of heart-stopping fear.

Eyes flick shut. Please, no one notice me, please, no one notice me...

The van drives up to a row of dumpsters, just 5 feet away. A black bag is flung from an open door. As the door shuts, the van roars away.

All the tension releases from my face... My face! The drugs must be slowly wearing off.

Tiny pills, glittering on a silver platter; blurry images, smeared faces. Noise. None of my memories make sense yet...


***


A sliver of morning light falls across a shining face. Oh! It feels so warm on my cold, hungry body. A shiver runs through metalic-like limbs. I hope someone finds me soon, or maybe... Just maybe, I can try to move.

An arm jerks to the side and something metal clatters to the ground.

Not very graceful, but yes! Progress!

"What's all the racket? Some of us 're tryn' to sleep!" A raspy voice calls out from further down the alley.

The form tries to manage a reply, but all that comes out is a squeak.

"Yeah! That's what I thought!" Comes the raspy voice again," damn rats..."

Well, I guess we're never really... alone.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Chapter 1 - Lost In Glitterdom: Pieces Of Me, Pieces of You

Intro -- Lost In Glitterdom
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.



- Chapter 1 -

Spotlight on the darkest corner of Broad St alley. As we pan towards the circle of light, movement catches small glints and glimmers off a spray of steel colored flakes. Did a militant fairy collapse in this godforsaken place? Not quite. But if I've learned anything, its that spotlights only appear when a story is full of woeful apologies, major regrets, or drama. So, grab that popcorn, this one could be a train wreck. ;-)

Two-thirty am in Broad St alley. Any average person would be asleep in bed, or at least watching Netflix to pass the time. In the darkness of the alley, the rats and cats bustled about their business, totally unaware that a presence was waking nearby. Just two hours before, a bright light scattered every critter from the vicinity. The drop happened then. A puff of dust; metalicized arms, legs, and torso all in a heap. They were flesh and bone by the sound of the fall, but a technological wonder to behold. The rats and cats didn't care. They continued on with their business.

No more movement was seen in or around Broad St alley that night. Not that anyone could confirm it. If they could, they'd tell us that someone was very sad and in trouble, but wasn't conscious enough to do a thing about it.

***

Sunlight, it burns. Why must it be so very bright? A crumpled heap of a body thought these thoughts, squinting grey lidded eyes towards a six-am sun. Their face shown like graphite, grey tears from the burning light smeared glitter down their glam-rock facade. I don't remember... much. My fingers? I... tried to move them but... The thoughts trailed off in their mind. Last night's failed attempts to move coming back to them. Best to rest until someone... finds me?

Sparkling in the morning sun, they lie there, bewildered. Try to focus. All I remember are pieces... pieces of me, and sometimes, pieces... of you.