it is early, there’s an egg in the oil-slicked frying pan, frying.
you are somewhere tossing off sleep, rolling over, taking the morning like a prescription
the stairs will wait for you to come down, hunger lining your sock-armored heels.
the night played a game of purple with your eyes and drew violet moons above your cheeks, gibbous.
my love sizzles on the stove-top over butter; it has 92 calories today.
we aren’t really going anywhere, we flex open in the kitchen, stretching our humanities in a honeyed 6 AM
fast is how the egg gets taken, going from shelled to food to some piece of the personhood you’ll call yourself if you had the time.
but we’re still here after the dancing and walking and staining and bills and words and teeth of it, living.
it’s you, the stairs, the night in blood below your eyelids, an egg, the sink. that’s it.
that’s the world.
- C. Essington
Hi! Back! Moving over from Twitter. Here’s a recent short story; more to come.
This is about wishing you could eat paint and other things you shouldn’t want.
I want to do a thing where people can send me asks of five objects someone is carrying with them, a little personal inventory, and I’ll write a little flash fiction piece developing a person around the things.
Please maybe?
I've got a piece published in the second issue of werkloos, an online journal. It's a flash fiction piece starting on page 17 called “Red Velvets”. Give it a look if you have a moment and a speck of interest, thanks!
PS I adore hearing what people think, so feedback is uber welcome.
(https://issuu.com/werkloosmag/docs/werkloos_spring_2016?e=22031949/36085278)
Here’s another couple of photos from my great grandfather Axel’s fishing trip from 1928.
changed theme and icon. hoping to post more consistently, it’s been a dense year folks.
drawing excerpt.
I have been vividly inactive,,,, but now I have an important thing I am very invested in and excited about!
I won Newfound Org’s 2019 Prose Chapbook Prize ^^^
And Things From the Creek Bed We Could Have Been is my debut collection of surreal short stories from this independent press and it’s out for preorder now in both ebook and print here!
https://newfound.org/product-category/print/chapbooks/prose/claire-oleson/
I’m very proud of this work and so delighted it’s found a home with a press that makes beautiful and hand-bound books.Consider taking a glance if you’ve got a moment or an interest in learning about Magritte or fish guts or Cerberus or gender thank youuuu.
Why are the peaches in the river and how are they about divorce? Gonna have to find out.
Also consider reblogging to support an independent writer and press in one fell swoop, thanks so much!
Not super important but my abroad application is finished! Hopefully I’ll get to study at Exeter in England next year. Anyone go there/ know info about it or want to share their experience?
what food would go with the necronomicon?
Uh a single saltine on grey plate that you swear you ate but keeps popping up again, always tasting like it has a little more salt each time.
Just had a short fiction piece published by Maudlin House! Please consider taking a look if you have the interest and a speck of time to do so.
I’d also love to hear what anyone thinks about it, any comments/ critiques would be immensely appreciated.
http://maudlinhouse.net/engine-flooding/
Queer Writer, Repd by Janklow & Nesbit, 2020 Center for Fiction Fellow, Brooklyn
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