Tag Archives: Britt Luttrell

The Decision to Drive or Not

Posted on September 16, 2012 by perfectsublimemasters

I alone am the cause of this drought, and hatred’s all that’s left on tap so that’s what I’m drinking. I drink and everything falls in my stomach, out of my head to a place I can touch with my … Continue reading →

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The Antique Shop of Tiny Men

Posted on September 16, 2012 by perfectsublimemasters

an old woman stretches her back on the draw of blinds and pulls it, opens her shop. the morning clambers in, leaps on the dust like microscopic cowboys holding lanterns on their horses. the silence riding her ears (like time … Continue reading →

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Woman Walking in the Street

Posted on September 15, 2012 by perfectsublimemasters

i saw a woman today whom i thought was naked from far off, because her skin was pale as her dress, and she was walking dead center down Nel Ray with cars on both sides, walking stiffly, as if trying … Continue reading →

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