Tag Archives: C. S. Barnes

Your Body Is A House

Imagine this: Your body is a house stripped from the pages of Gothic novel. There was a fire once, in the hearth of the home, and it burned through the soft furnishings. It took with it the comfort of crushed … Continue reading

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Who are you waiting to see?

It starts with idle browsing. Michael Stafford is called into the doctor’s office before I am. The waiting room around us both has been empty for nearly twenty minutes, so it’s impossible not to hear his name when it’s called. … Continue reading

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Card: The Lovers

Keywords: union; desire; joy The sandhill crane has a unison calling; the female will call twice with a harsh howl into the open wild and the male will reply with one. The male seahorse, before bearing the child, will entwine … Continue reading

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Card: The Devil

Keywords: addiction; negativity There is a blackboard in the kitchen on which they write the difficult questions. In brilliant white chalk, one will write a note to the other, usually when they’re not in the house to find it. There … Continue reading

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Card: Justice

Keywords: decisions; karma He keeps 7.7 billion wheels spinning at once. They are of different sizes, as are their results, but each one will grow with time. The room around him is striped in light and shade and sometimes grey … Continue reading

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Learn a new language

I’ve decided to sort medications by colour, because my mouth can’t make the shapes I need it to to pronounce their names. My father doesn’t mind, I don’t think, when I count them onto a plastic saucer: ‘One pink one, … Continue reading

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Food for inappropriate thoughts

I am sitting across the dinner table from my sister-in-law when I realise something: I don’t want to be with my husband anymore. The thought comes together innocently enough. It’s one of those background thoughts that play over someone’s conversation. … Continue reading

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