Author Archives: Katie Rose Summerfield
Weeds
It goes like this: You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning. Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each
Weeds
It goes like this: You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning. Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each
When He Came Back
Fat raindrops fall slowly from the branches above Gwen’s head and onto the open book in her lap; she stares blurry-eyed at the verses, praying under her breath in a steady rhythm to keep from crying out. “Please let him
When He Came Back
Fat raindrops fall slowly from the branches above Gwen’s head and onto the open book in her lap; she stares blurry-eyed at the verses, praying under her breath in a steady rhythm to keep from crying out. “Please let him
Blue Morphos
Fred and Ethel are fighting again. Studio laughter fills the pauses in their exchange as Ethel explains why she’s come home wearing a curly red wig (Lucy needed a stand in at Café Babalu), but Fred is just not having
Blue Morphos
Fred and Ethel are fighting again. Studio laughter fills the pauses in their exchange as Ethel explains why she’s come home wearing a curly red wig (Lucy needed a stand in at Café Babalu), but Fred is just not having
Vapor
I want to be melting. I want to let go of what I can’t control (which is everything). I want my insides to bleed in to the sidewalk, to the sky. I want to exhale with the fallen cigarettes. I
You
Shut up. Words are useless. They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws. You say
You
Shut up. Words are useless. They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws. You say
What I Know
Write what you know, they say. Not exactly, of course – this is capital F Fiction! But some shred of knowing should be present, at least for it to be good. To produce just the right balance of tears, laughter,
What I Know
Write what you know, they say. Not exactly, of course – this is capital F Fiction! But some shred of knowing should be present, at least for it to be good. To produce just the right balance of tears, laughter,
Engagement Photo – new
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if
Engagement Photo – new
Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts. They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot. It will hurt. He will only leave one day – if
Kitchen Matter – new
She chops the cloves she will not eat, head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – slide, dice, pile – neat. Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps. Tiny burns
Kitchen Matter – new
She chops the cloves she will not eat, head bent, hand clenched around the knife. Slice slice slice – pause – slide, dice, pile – neat. Blade scrapes garlic to iron pan. Oil sizzles pops jumps. Tiny burns
Tinsley (first draft/first chapters)
BILL “What’s your poison?” he asked, head bent toward the glass he’d been buffing as he felt the shadow of a person step up to the bar. His lips parted in a tiny smirk as he laughed at himself quietly,
Tinsley (first draft/first chapters)
BILL “What’s your poison?” he asked, head bent toward the glass he’d been buffing as he felt the shadow of a person step up to the bar. His lips parted in a tiny smirk as he laughed at himself quietly,
Onion
I breathed you for the first time, my nose deep in your neck – inhaled your salty sweetness, like a red-violet onion simmering in hot oil. Your rings wreaked wretched as I peeled them back, but my eager olfactory sniffed
Doll
Porcelain fingers, button nose – they take me for a doll. Head of ringlets, red heart mouth – of course I’m here for you! “Are you a dancer, is that natural?” “Shirley Temple! – beautiful!” “You’re so lucky; I’m so
Name
And still, I wake up with your name sitting ready on my tongue; slipping softly through my lips, wisps of silver breath turned amber as syllables touch heated air. * You planted it in my mouth, kissed it deep between
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