sleepy drafts

Joined March 2021

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Scrabble Philosophy. First Place in Misplaced Challenge.
Dax’s fist clenches. Lorraine can’t tell what he’s about to do next. But I can. I’ve seen it play out so many times since Lorraine lost me up here years ago when the house was still new and the ceiling fan first went up. The first thing I noticed when I got lost was that I could see Dax and Lorraine from a different angle. Dax doesn’t look as tall from this point of view as he did from Lorraine’s ear.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Fiction
Waves
I used to think my identity was born in pools of absence: a clumsy collage of an individual made up of photographs cut out
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
Ghostly Kisses - Live at Le Grand Salon. Top Story - February 2024.
When 'Ghostly Kisses Live at Le Grand Salon' appeared on my YouTube homepage, it was like a breath of fresh air amidst the algorithmic chaos.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Beat
Finding The Way Back. Content Warning.
Jonathan's frown bores through the back of my cardigan. He shouts over the wind, "Can't you just buy a new coat?" It's a cruel question.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Fiction
Sleepy Mission: Terraria Night
The mission: to write a poem made up entirely of things my boyfriend and his friends say to each other while playing the video game, Terraria.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Writers
The Lovers
they don’t know i’m here deep in the shadows there’s nothing to fear a whisper of smile or stray kiss a lily-soft
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
Another Year. Top Story - January 2024.
Believe it or not, it's here: Cold and clamouring winter sunlight and Dry knuckles that bleed. Evenings that start at 4 in the afternoon and
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
Willow Rings
"Mama?" A hazy and gilded memory hums from a corner of my mind. "Why isn't our tree as big as Nana and Poppa's?" I stare up at my mother's soft face. The backyard drips with honey as sun sets through the weeping leaves of my grandparents' willow tree.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Poets
Patio Girls. Top Story - July 2023.
Everything hurts. My phone's timer counts down the precious few minutes left on my break. My neck feels like a board, my lower spine feels crunched up into itself, and the balls of my feet feel like they're about to roll off. Say it Ain't So by Weezer goes off alerting me that it's time to punch back in. Sunshine Cafe's concrete floors aren't changing any time soon. I check my makeup in the bathroom before heading back out.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction
Us
Do you remember me? When you first found me, I was curled into myself at the bottom of a box. No inhale or exhale. No oxygen at all.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Art
Horizons. First Place in Dancing with Distraction Challenge. Top Story - May 2023.
Don't beat yourself up, kid. It's that wanderer's gift: to Straddle the space between Then and Right now; As if Closing the distance
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Poets
Sea Glass. Top Story - May 2023.
Bonnie stumbles in the moonlight as she bends over to look for sea glass. I’m certain she can’t make out trash from treasure in this dark, but sure enough, I hear her laugh a few moments later. When she skips back from the pebbles and waves, towards my Muskoka chair, her purse of beach finds bulges. Her sundress catches around her legs and sand trickles from her hips. I light a joint and offer her a drag.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction