This is what it’s like to be a bottom feeder. First of all, we love ink. Ink is invisibility. Ink is darkness. Ink is what we write our history with. Look out there, out there into the vast whiteness.… more →
CuentosTeresa wrote 1 month ago: This is what it’s like to be a bottom feeder. First of all, we love ink. Ink is invisibility. Ink is … more →
Teresa wrote 2 months ago: They lost the sun. They lost the son. There was a long night, a northern night. They knew the sun wo … more →
Teresa wrote 4 months ago: I will tell you the story of the scarecrow’s birth. He was born in a small deer farm near where the … more →
Teresa wrote 7 months ago: The man sits quietly on a short red stool. He holds a knife in one hand, a piece of hard wood in the … more →
Teresa wrote 7 months ago: I hereby confess to a long-standing aversion to the specifics of religious texts of all manner and m … more →
Teresa wrote 9 months ago: The pregnant feminist reminisced on the hegemony of gesture, rubbing her hand on her belly, big and … more →
Teresa wrote 11 months ago: I had a happy rooster once. He was bright and loud and disappeared one mid-winter day just before Ch … more →
Teresa wrote 1 year ago: Here is the box. Open it carefully. Some of the names are unfamiliar. I’ve mixed them up and … more →
Teresa wrote 1 year ago: I put a chunk of Spam on a slice of bread. I put Miracle Whip on top of the Spam, sprinkle sugar … more →
Teresa wrote 1 year ago: Light travels in red grey sunset angles through the deep trees in the ancient jungle. Tiny Austral … more →
Teresa wrote 2 years ago: In the Kingdom of Salmonella (off the coast of southern Spain), all the citizens had irritable bow … more →
Teresa wrote 2 years ago: In a small fishing village on the coast of Baja California, there lived a young man. The young man … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: Headlines in the dark forest. Hoot owl calling hoo-hoo, moo-hoon. Did you hear it? Drinking mead, … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: When my mother-in-law came from Manila, she brought flowers. A week later, the boxes came. I was wro … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: Skunk surrounds us. Skunk invades us. Skunk sucks air, blows smoke, chokes funny no-punch-line jokes … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: Tarantula squashes lemons, fresh juice for his company. He wears galoshes, he makes lasagna. Tara … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: When I was a kid this other kid, who was mean and dangerous, tied me to a tree. He had a can of … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: I first met Gabriel out riding in the March winds. He had allergies – wicked wicked allergies – ce … more →
Teresa wrote 3 years ago: I often write little animal stories. I don’t know why. They are not children’s stories, … more →