A string of teeth marks aligning with your ribs, I kissed them and promised revenge, a shotgun down the mouth of a gator, my ankles deep in thick clay stained red with yankee blood. The buzz of mosquitoes in the air almost as thick as the heat, spreading sweat from navel to collar bone. We … Continue reading
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After Without — Emm Borgerding
Maybe my father will be there, and his beard would be red again, youthful from the promise of a crisp autumn and grey skies. I will be barefoot, and maybe there’ll be a hand outstretched. Maybe a strong one, maybe a slim one, or maybe I will be nothing but some figure carved of Canadian … Continue reading
Slipping — Emm Borgerding
as if everything was ice and your fingertips were numb. Some sort of syrup –honey, maybe if the bees hadn’t died years ago– a thick lake in the pores of your tongue. You claw at the dirt in the wrinkles of your feet but don’t find the stone that has been scratching your heel and … Continue reading
Six Blocks — Emm Borgerding
Dear Spencer, I had my fortune told the night before the wedding. A woman with a red, porcelain mask over her face ran her fingers over my palms and had me spit into a bowl of cracked eggs and coffee grounds. She pinched shards of egg-shell between her yellow fingernails and crunched on them happily … Continue reading
17 Points about Craig Thompson’s Habibi
(In the style of reviews on HTMLGIANT): Habibi is a 672 page graphic novel. That in itself makes it an incredible achievement. Not only that, it also got on the New York Times Bestseller list. The graphic novel medium usually fails to break outside the limits of its usual fans, the exceptions being critically acclaimed … Continue reading
Fort — Emm Borgerding
July 1999 I am Abbie, I am eight years old, and this is my fort. It’s actually my brother Lincoln’s fort. He and my dad built it after we moved here from Indiana, but he’s gone back for college, so it’s my fort now. I go here every day after my mama comes home. I … Continue reading
