From the creative writing blog!
This evening I’ve uploaded some content to my creative writing portfolio over at Becchime & Ink. Interested? I hope so!
Some teasers:
Sophia - Part One
”The package came on a Wednesday afternoon, wrapped in nonchalant brown paper, addressed to the only other Sophia at St. Bernadette’s Prep. This other Sophia - Lorenzini, that is - was so thin she was practically invisible, this popular, vaguely European, slinky tight thing - at least, tight enough to snag the attention of all the guys that never noticed me. She was a cheerleader.”
Sophia - Part Two
”Who believed in fucking Catholic school cheerleaders? The only sacred heart they knew was that one of Jesus looking all forlorn-like, eyeing them from the mantle as they gave their boyfriends handjobs on their parents’ couches. Me and Christ are on good terms. Being Italian, us neighborhood kids grew up with a lot of shit from our parents about being on good terms with the Dio trio. But at school nobody really gives a shit. Anybody can accept communion and say Hail Mary’s or whatever. I’m sure those girls all have a regular rotation.”
Blueberry
“My brother is a blueberry. Though my parents expect the noises of boys – the yowls and yawps of Indian summer, the screams of real and imagined monsters, the sniffles, the sneezes, the snorts, my brother arrives as an indigo bundle coiled in a silent slumber.”
This Old Love
”A bandstand, humming with the crackle of fireworks and electric lights. It is the 4th of July in 1940. The people of Louisville, Kentucky are lounging around the park enjoying a brassy jazz set. The whole scene feels as if in a dream, lights painting everything in watercolor hues of red and indigo. Beneath a meandering trumpet voice, crickets and cicadas chorus from the marshy creek that weaves through the landscape. Young mothers sit in nervous circles for the first time without their husbands, anxiously bouncing their infants on their rosy knees. Boys chase each other in a carousel blur. Girls laugh, white teeth gleaming against their drugstore red mouths.”
Allen Ginsberg Walks to the Corner Market
“Allen is everything dirty, everything holy, everything wrong and right and grueling in society. Behind wide and feeble glasses, he reads aloud to Gods and wonders if Neal does the same. “
Hope you enjoy! And I would be ever so delighted if you would follow along to see my later writing. If you ever have any questions, you can always email any thoughts or reviews or suggestions to: mail@kaylamoses.com
