JOANNA Your voice like a guitar solo. The way you sing buries me. The contortion of your mouth is what I think of when I think of love. Singing, you say, is like dying repeatedly in front of a crowd. …
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JOANNA Your voice like a guitar solo. The way you sing buries me. The contortion of your mouth is what I think of when I think of love. Singing, you say, is like dying repeatedly in front of a crowd. …
Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …
Laundry List, a monologue CHARACTER: NANCY. 30’s. HOUSEWIFE AND MOTHER SCENE SETTING: The kitchen of a family home. It is clean from regular maintenance, but has not had a thorough “spring cleaning” in some time. AT RISE: NANCY is at the sink, …
The evening sun was glaring as I drifted into my apartment. I was greeted by the sound of running water. Had I left something on? That’s when I noticed the gigantic bulge in the ceiling. The white gypsum drywall swelled, …
The English Department will celebrate the life and work of Toni Morrison. Check PPCC’s student online newspaper, The Paper, for event details. Toni Morrison’s greatness—lyrical prose that embraces the rhythms of black oral tradition, unfettered complexities, and marvelously unglued …
Her eyes bulge out of their sockets. She’s breathing heavily through her nose because her jaw is clenched tight. That vein in her forehead is even going again. Thump, thump, thump, it pulses. She can’t seem to find the words …
Stacy lounges on her worn couch enjoying a well-deserved glass of red wine. Bare feet rest atop the coffee table as she clicks through the channels, only half paying attention. She swirls the glass in her hand, taking in the …
The cursor blinked at him from the blank page. Blink, blink, blink. He couldn’t focus. His fist supported his head as he stared and a yawn forced its way into the world. His hand instinctively met his mouth to cover …
He hated being early. It wasn’t that he was impatient, he just wasn’t very good at operating alone in public. At least, not in places like this. His face didn’t mesh well with the joy and satisfaction the rest of …
] Kingdomtide, by Rye Curtis (image credit: Little, Brown) Hear Rye Curtis read from his novel Kingdomtide at the Downtown Studio Campus on Wednesday, February 19 at 7:00 pm. Sponsored by the Pikes Peak Community College English Department. For more information, …