Stories Around People
by Joseph Young
Stories Around People
An Event
Facebook lived in midtown, for there the people and windows shone like water. Though it would board the bus—1 day—and ride to the sea, where people said words like sea and where the city shone in the waves and the fish were sidewalks and windows.
Bolt
In the night, the house where Octopus lived burned to the ground, all the letters and poems a curled ash. The other books patted its shoulder and gave it roses and tea. It stood admiring the sky and thankful.
A Labor
You do not understand, vacuum said, it's never been like that between us. In its jar, it knew this, seized it.
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I'm always both confused and filled like a pitcher of sun tea when I finish reading pieces of yours. These are good things to be.
shit, i can't top dave c's comment but damn if it doesn't sum up how i feel reading your stuff...only i'd add the sun tea is hot and loaded with sugar
Thanks, Dave and Dave. By the way, uhm, I guess no one recognized my typo, or maybe just didn't say anything. So, anyway, I fixed it. Dumb me.
Lovely.
The random surreality of this piece is stunningly good. Enjoyed this a lot.
Sun tea indeed!
Enjoyed the read.
three marvels, Joe...I know you have certain thoughts about the word "sea"...
oh my, you've got a memory on you, kath! thanks. thanks, cami, ajay, meg, and sam.
I very much like everything about this except perhaps the word facebook.
Grant, you're going to hurt Facebook's feelings. Thanks for reading!
"When the axe went into the forest, the trees said, 'The handle is one of us.'"
And this continues that tradition.