Category: pigeon accounts

The long late night train ride home did not bother her, even if it was the second time she had to make the trip back to Brooklyn that day. She could already imagine the new route she would soon take that would bring her to her own home, her healed self. Her head hurt a…

She had been second. All week she had been reading a book with a narrator who may be the last woman alive or may be crazy or may be both crazy and the last woman alive. All week she had been reading a book about confusing representations of the world with the real world. All…

The streets teemed with people enjoying dinner, enjoying entertainment, enjoying each other and the weather, which had finally broken. It was only Tuesday, but no one was bothered by the days of the week still to come. She and a friend went to a small Italian restaurant that had been in operation for over a…

Once, someone had told her to “act as if I said nothing.” Since then, she often thought about what life would have been like if she had been able to do just that. And how it would not erase the thing that was said. The words would have still been spoken, still had their word…

Sitting in a bar in the middle of a Sunday discussing how a horse could possibly be smoking a pipe and drinking champagne with only hooves for hands—it was quite a change. It meant absolutely nothing. Why should she suddenly feel guilty over nothing? Because the void was filling with utter nonsense? Because nonsense made…

There is stasis and then there is the inciting incident. The inciting incident must happen for the rest of the play to move forward and certainly for anything to resolve. She sat in class listening to a visiting playwright explain this process. She noticed the girl next to her had green nail polish that was…

She received a bit of hopeful news when she was out getting a coffee. Not good news, not yet. But a possibility. Which was a sea change from the self-pity she had been sailing through. Although the air was thick and uncomfortable, she wanted to stay in the moment longer. Before things were either good…