This year, instead of publishing one massive exquisite corpse sometime early next year, we’ll be publishing it in chunks as we go along. Think of it as a semi-regular literary journal with contributions from both established authors and new voices.
Here are the entries for May-June. (Click here to see March & April)
First, where we left off at the end of April.
You realized you felt alive again.
Now, on with the story!
The smell of bacon frying on the stove. Strong black coffee revives your senses.
For a ghost, the smell of bacon is torture,
For the ghost keeps kosher.
(Although exceptions are made for chorizo and seafood paella, obviously.)
I require bacon...you abhor it. This gulf between us, deep and wide, I realize in my grief is one that we can never close…
But pomegranates we can agree on. At least we have that.
Yes, but what about China? Did you think of that?
Always dream, even when you are awake.
Awaken and take the gates by storm, surreptitiously, but with great glee and a bit of abandon.
And after the conquest, there will be feasting with exquisite pastry and mead.
Then Mr. Right appears.
They gazed at each other, there at the end of the world.
And realized they were not alone, turning slowly, feeling eyes watching them, they saw an owl staring at them. The owl wore a tiara of leaves and blinked slowly. “This isn’t the end,” the owl said.
It flew into the sky, and one by one the stars went out and he woke.
And there he was in his own kitchen--and the pasta pot was boiling over!!
If only he had put his pants on, the water wouldn’t be burning his legs.