Tag Archives: Sheri L. Wright

With Certainty

I believe in coffee and cigarettes, in butter drowning 2am toast and heartbreak, in truck-stop waitresses who will toss that quarter tip you’re about to leave into your cup, ask if you’d like sugar with that. I believe in tossing … Continue reading

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Leaving The Bar

Our laughter shields us into the 3am haze – stagnant, like the sleep of Valium, sleep thick with stillborn dreams that spindle to earth like dead leaves. And we know we have left Saturday night back inside, conjured out of … Continue reading

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Boiler Room

Coal-fed days soot over his time that straggles the last hour of a clock too worn to count tomorrow under the feet of strangers, the space between earth and pride confined in bottles of stolen whiskey that wait out misery … Continue reading

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Coroner

She says she likes the dead better than the living – they don’t lie, ask for her phone number and never call, smuggle their intentions in words and wine, discard the wrappings in a tangle of sheets, leaving her to … Continue reading

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