January 2011
a novel.
A book in one hand a cigarette in the other. Held high in a small delicate holder. As she glanced in the mirror she could see her room behind her dark as night the only illumination was her bed behind her where her lover lay. Her skin looked gray, silver almost as if belonging in an old photograph, though in the proper light the girls shone like bronze, the sight as warm as touch. They had just...
“a woman’s body is like a religious experience. and i am an ordained...”
– jason anderson
So here are the opening lines.
So here are the opening lines. A simple sigh a cigarette waiting to be lit. A scratchy song whispering in a ringing ear. A blank page blindingly white and the desire to cover it in ink as black as my soul.
We sat there on a couch another movie another cigar another long conversation. Witty jokes, challenges games discussions baking, no alcohol today. Another night will pass and the world just...
