Add Your Blog | | Signup
22 followers
a place to write badly. no edits allowed.
Invite Friends to Follow Syndication
Written by 1 Author
Patresa Hartman
Followed by 22 People (invite friends)
View All

edit less more

English - Free Writing
http://talknsmack.wordpress.com/
edit less more · 7M ago

eight legs

I think it’s time to spill. Drippy brain ink spreading blue planets in my pocket. Surely there is something to say about the maple who’s changed into her tie-dye dress in the front yard. Her leaves are taking turns at green, gold, and umber, and the sparrows cannot stop talking about it. A spider ha
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

island

“…for even an island isn’t an island, dear.” you know this, right? that surrounded by water,  it grows or recedes depending on tide. an island is always occupied. and so this thing you’ve built this isolation you’ve constructed your own sweet brain, please follow has turned on you, folded itself int
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

charcoal smudge

It should have been peaceful, but it wasn’t–the view outside the picture window, trees in silhouette, charcoal lines against charcoal smudge houses, two charcoal stamp cars parked against the black street. The sky was losing its blue, and the neighbor’s light was on, orange through the front window
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

be the ball

Formidable, fortuitous, forceps. There weren’t nearly enough f-words. The -f- is sneaky, makes you do obscene things with your lips. Fuzzy. Flaming. Fandango. She could dance if she wanted, wind her body into the shape of an -f- then a g, an h, an entire choreography miming letters into sentences. “
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

tributaries

Tiny tiny tiny, like the misplaced fuzzy tuft of carpet lint in the middle of a crosswalk, she there with her toes in the weeds under trees as old as mountains as old as sky as old as God. Make me smaller, please. She could not get minuscule enough. Her thoughts too big, voice too [...]
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

fresh.

“Let’s start fresh,” she said. “No such thing,” said he. Filed under: mumbles
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 1Y ago

dead jelly

The radio was on, and she pushed the chalky blue line of pastel into a smooth arc toward the top of the paper, nearly full already. The line fanned into a pocket of orange, left chalk dust in the shape of the moon or a planet. “A jelly fish?” he asked. She felt him standing [...]
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 2Y ago

insubordinate

“Insubordination?” He read the words on her termination papers but barely believed them. It would surprise him, she knew, if he learned it was not the first time; but she wouldn’t tell him. On the surface, she was willing and abiding–aiding and abetting, she called it. “I sub-ordain for as long as i
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 2Y ago

electric bubble

She tried not to think, just listen. The man with the long greasy hair had looked so nervous. He was still, but his eyes paced, and his energy knocked its elbows on every hard surface in the room. She did not grimace when he described his neck surgery, the video he watched, the surgeons peeling [...
0 Vote Up · Share
edit less more · 2Y ago

guppy

The lights in the pharmacy were spaceship bright. Her head hurt from a triangle glare off the Mucinex box. A man wore sweat pants and a turtleneck and stood half in dirty slippers in front of the toothpaste. He smelled like smoke and kitty litter, a thick cloud of old sweat and body odor. She [...]
0 Vote Up · Share
More Stories
More