Entries By Teresa Mariano
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miles
I got up and started running. I ran through the streets in the early morning light, trying to escape the conversation that still echoed in my head. I ran for miles, but it felt as though I never left where I started and the conversation would never end.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 07.30.2010 @ 12:33 pm
strung
The egrets rose from the tree, circling their ascent over the river. Their wings reflecting sunlight. I watched them rise as i strung red and orange beads through your hair.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 06.09.2010 @ 1:16 pm
spine
The covered bridge rises over the horizon like an exposed, sun-bleached spine. We approach it from the east, and the opening seems to widen as we get close. The bridge gives a little under our weight. I swear I can hear it breathing.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 06.04.2010 @ 3:20 pm
starlight
Guided by starlight, we made our way through the dense forest to a hilltop. We counted our group to discover that two were missing, but no one dared to go back in lest we encounter the gnarled old man with pointed teeth wearing the long, velvety red cape. A flock of birds rose above the trees as a wolf howled off in the distance.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 06.04.2010 @ 10:31 am
lantern
He walked past the ornate Chinese lantern hanging off the post on the dock. It had an ethereal, orange glow that complemented the eerie singing coming from the under the wooden planks.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.23.2010 @ 9:19 am
kite
The woods get deathly quiet as i walk through. All bird and animal chatter stops. I stop too, wondering what happened. And a smallish hawk — a kite, perhaps — swoops low through the grass, grazing the head of a squirrel squashed against the tree trunk, panting.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.20.2010 @ 8:52 pm
balloon
To the surprise of the adults, the Brick Man was more popular with the children than the Balloon Man. The kids understood why, though. Bricks didn’t float away or shrivel up like balloons. And they knew they could keep their bricks forever.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.19.2010 @ 4:13 pm
dress
It’s not that the dress was inappropriate for the wedding, per se (after all, in modern times, one can get away with wearing almost anything to a wedding), but it was more about the monkey lying across your neck, holding its tail. It kept flipping off the priest.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.18.2010 @ 1:48 pm
reflex
I don’t know what exactly set off my gag reflex — your cologne (is that CK One?); the faint slaughter-house smell of your newly renovated apartment; or the fact you just told me that you, a devout atheist and man of science, are joining a fanatical Christian church. In any case, I’m sorry about the carpeting.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.17.2010 @ 4:39 pm
destiny
The fluffy white dog wearing the red collar ran down the sidewalk, eluding it’s hapless owner. He ran under the food cart and hid, refusing to come out. Apparently, he disagreed that his destiny was to be dressed in ironic doggie sweaters.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.16.2010 @ 12:40 pm
meaning
I don’t know if there was any significance to the downpour on the day you arrived to the city, or the fact you couldn’t catch a cab or get a hot cup of coffee. But since you look for meaning in everything, I think the Universe was telling you to leave.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.15.2010 @ 12:46 pm
lack
The cat lacked any sense of curiosity whatsoever. He wasn’t interested in the bag, the catnip or what was in his toy box. Instead, he sat at the edge of my desk, staring at me as if to say “write faster.”
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.14.2010 @ 8:35 am
wealth
He walks through the crowd with an odd, over-sized riding hat perched high upon his head, hiding his hair. He looks out of place, but he has a wealth of bizarre stories about his life, most of which are true.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.13.2010 @ 10:25 am
stand
It didn’t really matter what his wife’s stand on the issue was, Walter was going to do what he wanted to anyway. No, he didn’t care that it could alienate him from the rest of the family. He was going to have the chocolate souffle.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.11.2010 @ 5:27 pm
withheld
I withheld crucial information that may have helped my case, but i really didn’t feel like talking about the time i saw the neighbor bury what may have been his dog in the backyard, behind the garage.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.11.2010 @ 11:33 am
stride
Her stride was long, confident and quick. She wove her way through the crowd of tourists and onlookers, staring ahead, maneuvering through the crowd, not paying attention to the actor lying in the middle of the street.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.10.2010 @ 10:22 am
trial
The trial separation didn’t go as well as planned. Each missed the other tremendously, but when they were in the same room, they forgot the wanting as it was overrun by a deep, intense hatred that clouded their senses and hurt their stomachs.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.09.2010 @ 10:59 am
chained
It sat there, chained to the straggly tree covered in fliers and pocked with staples: A single, bent bike tire. No bike; just the tire. Protected, I guess.
Posted By Teresa Mariano On 05.04.2010 @ 3:44 pm
