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January 13, 2016

The Swooning Tree

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Recent Posts: The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe

The However Gurgles

Serious fiction?
Coming right up!
Or that’s the plan. My ‘Atlanta’ project will be mainstream, mass market stuff–
However…
Yeah, however.
However is a brain that gurgles up absurdities and abnormalities like a drowning fish—
Yeah, my howevers never make sense.
Can a brain burbler be mainstream?
Probably better not to ask.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe

Gasp

A warehouse is the night,
Gasping in the dark.
I cork my ears—
But I hear.
I hear.
Yes, the ‘poetic’ drivel returns.
Apologies all around, but sometimes the nut must meter.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe

Akin

The answer—
A paranoid rhinoceros tiptoeing his fool self across a high wire.
The question—
How would you describe yourself traipsing down the grocery aisles for the first time in 13 months, Chloe?
Yep.
That good.
A skitzy ungulate’s got nothing on this girl.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe

Placid Suspicion

Off to the grocery store for the first time in 13 months.
And I’m, surprisingly, steady about it.
No knuckle has been chewed off.
No skin has been rubbed raw.
Heck, even my stomach is alarmingly placid…
The only conclusion?
We have a calm-before-the-OH-CRAP!-storm-thing going on.
Yep, cue the “Clean up in aisle three!” man.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe

Hunger

Hope.
I gobble it up like potato chips.
Shoving my face in the bottom of the bag, I chomp up the salty dregs with a relish that is, frankly, disturbing.
So…
With one jab of vaccine thrumming through this body, I’m having a real hard time not leaping mouth-first into the hope bag and licking.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe the Hungry