No Help for That | Jackie Clark

There is a hole in the story; a shade. On some days there is time, he said,but what time there is never adds up to anything much more than halves. In this hole, the accomplice is the accomplice only without the name. He issomething other than what she knows. Often times the weeks go by […]

She asked him what she should have been doing this whole time. The physical space had accumulated so much so between them that plugging the gaps,the layers of space which can exist between people, was more than each could sustain. His physical space was small. The lines that drew him out of the house, twenty […]

It was around that summer that the willing began to read Proust.Ignorant to the succinctness of it being read during that particular season, she picked it up on what seemed a whim after the accomplicehad loaned it to her months earlier. She had in fact tired to read the book then, had read the first […]

the accomplice had a sense of excitement himself. he had always enjoyeddriving through tunnels, thinking of the men who had laid the asphalt some morning at three a.m., wearing their hard hats, making the worldbigger. as a passenger, the lights in the tunnel look as if they were one running consistency, firm enough to catch […]

eventually, the skin between my toes will expose bone i will say that my dishes were always cleanand that i only drank beer on the weekends. i hold the door always for the person behindme but the timing is never right, i linger.

there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filled a space and even during thebest momentsandthe greatesttimes we will know it we will know it we will know itmore thanever there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filled and we will waitand wait in thatspace -charles bukowski