Outside Your Host

by C.C. Russel

Originally published on October 5, 2002

Sticks scrape a rhythm to years ago, some small part of you maybe still. You remember his name he knows. Not much else, he thinks. You stare at dark nothings. You could still call, shrink time a bit in the oven of your room. You could pull it down to size, widen his breath and [...]

D. Days

by C.C. Russel

Originally published on October 1, 1997

14. Still some magic left in numbers though there was time and minnows, small sticks to flame, days and nights inseperable through touch. Limbs. In a way we were one tree, but half of us dead. Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itTell a friend

Orange, Black, Green, The Carpet; The Sand

by C.C. Russel

Originally published on October 1, 1997

Days when the secret spots of the reservoir opened secrets of skin and reopened until we would lie more than walk. Perfect android lines of what I wanted and you knew. Playful. And the smell on the wind some days still ten miles away and that is the closest I come because that place is [...]

I Know

by C.C. Russel

Originally published on September 1, 1997

The cranberry juice twinge of your water eyes blurring into t.v. blues, you’re on the edge of his bed and it’s obvious you’re still thinking it was yours for a while. A short while. You’re tired, levitating above the legal percentage, seeing everything in doubles. You’re staring too hard too long and trying not to [...]