The Mad Girl Could Be the Black Clothes in Her Closet
pressed into each other as the dark is into her. An excess of black velvet, black lace, licorice silks and ebony flowers. No thing has room to breathe. No matter she filled 72 bags with clothes to give away but then keeps pulling what has no color around her. Once light and sun filtered thru her rooms, her hair thick. Once her lips were plum and ruby but color’s been sucked from them and what’s left is ghostly, an iced bud no sound comes from. Her closet like her dreams is dark as Bluebeard’s castle. Bats could live invisibly on the gauze of some dresses, in...
Read MoreIn Velvet
(The Blessings of George Costanza) Draped in velvet, the petite wallflower emerges fresh, from a diner, ready for a summer of love: the true self blooms with all to gain and nothing to lose. Now is the time to indulge in a decade of urges. Disable the angst, just like flicking a switch to will hush the chorus of doubt within: acting as a binary shadow-self is to see your life become all it was meant to be. This is no lie if you believe it, spin your stories as truths stronger than antlers where your velvet hangs. Loosen your mind of its vice-grip, untether yourself from the edge of...
Read MoreMy Calderon Years, Part 2
[In part one, Dean Borok found employment at Calderon Bags and Belts as an assistant designer, over the heated objections of the company sales manager. In this installment, he retells his experience putting together an unusual fashion show. This installment previously appeared on Hackwriters.com.] I became an expert leather cutter, which is a very desirable thing to know. I developed into as good a cutter as the workers who had been working for the company for 20 years. I learned to operate the splitter, which reduces the thickness of the leather, and the paring machine for thinning the...
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