A Crumpled Piece of Story
She took me like I knew nothing, put me in the passenger seat of her car and walked me through deliverance. Monday morning extraordinary, I’d never driven on that highway with the windows down until she forced me into mussed hair and watery eyed comfort. - It smelled like wanting history in her car, mounds of cigarette boxes leg-room deep in the back seat, all missing their addiction. She...
I was taking my horse to water, following trails that I’d followed once or twice before, but not for some time. I was shining my shoes, scraping ghosts from the soles. I gave them new laces, but they were too long, or too short. The lengths… I could never make them even, and my fingers fumbled at the knots. - I was sowing my lawn with bean stalks. I staked them with kite strings. I...
if the artists behind the opening to Game of Thrones did one for Harry Potter.
He has cheeks like fishhooks got ‘em, pullin’ down past sixty, past seventy. Belly like someone said be a grandfather’s belly, and so it was. Have you ever seen a turtle’s claws so big? He’s got ‘em threaded into that straw hat. That turtle, he pulled it right out the creek, dead as anything worth livin’ ‘round here. - Breath like black...
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A project that author, Matthew Vollmer is doing where he writes epitaphs for himself from various stages of his life.
Anyone else think...
that Brotips has just lost it’s flair? Most of the recent ones are just…really lame and unoriginal. They had some sort of controversy with someone posting and then they kicked them out…seems like that guy was the funny one. Am I the only one who has thought this?