Tag Archives: Liv Lansdale

Another night in the boonies & I’ve been commissioned to make Jen’s bed again. More stains than usual, which I suppose accounts for the wailing. She tells me she appreciates my patience, (she tells me things like this) & eats … Continue reading →

Who would we call if we knew? Ourselves at five? At fifty? Who’d recognize us as poster children of this epidemic, were it the posturing kind of plague, & where would they take us? The silver screen? A roller coaster … Continue reading →

Last time we met I was the girl with the ankle tattoo and you were the girl with the billowing skirt and when I looked in your eyes I could hear your thoughts growing like fast-motion film of some kind … Continue reading →

It begins with an immolation. The girl’s entire body licked in scorching CGI. Next, an incantation, dense in consonants. The audience laughs. He paid for your ticket in tips, you covered the Cokes & the Raisinettes that will scatter like … Continue reading →

Never start on a broken heart. Send the least prepared on the journey. Aim is inversely proportionate to malice. Embrace is overrated. Love manifests itself in acts unseen. Most dogs like being petted. No one cares about those dogs. Accommodate … Continue reading →

Should I have observed how “pain” resembles Latinate words for “bread?” Should I target an older audience? Should I have bought diamond-studded boots? Should I smuggle kisses under the radar? Should I have stood on the lip of a ledge … Continue reading →