| The Honey Land Review Spring 2009 Volume 1, Issue 2 |
front license plate I couldn't read. Windows down, the thud of bass surprisingly not too loud, this is how to say hello. Also, the mountains to the south are purple; I’ll send you a picture, and one of the dog using a stuffed toy as a pillow. I’m sitting under the sunbrella because I burn too easy. The only way I know how to miss you: freckles and phrases. A deer wandered into the yard and stopped. She and I stared, but I sneezed, we were already falling into dusk. Startled, she bounded over the neighbor’s fence, flicked her white-flag tail, and then, out of sight. I listened to music where a man’s voice sounded like honey, dripping and gooey, I could get used to that, but don’t. I've moved on to death metal. No. Jazz. Whipped Cream and Other Delights. The girl on the album’s cover dressed in cool whip. I want to be her. Do you miss me? It’s not regards or sincerely, not see you soon, but yours, etc. Post script: today I dressed head to toe in white, should've seen me. I wasn't sexy, but I was spooky. |
Between Lines: Postcards Renee Nicholson |
RENEE NICHOLSON is a former professional ballerina who
retired from performing in 1994. She earned her MFA in Creative
Writing at West Virginia University . Her stories, essays, and
poems have been published in numerous literary journals,
including Chelsea, Mid American Review, Naugatuck River Review,
Ohio Writer, Paste, The Gettysburg Review and other publications.
retired from performing in 1994. She earned her MFA in Creative
Writing at West Virginia University . Her stories, essays, and
poems have been published in numerous literary journals,
including Chelsea, Mid American Review, Naugatuck River Review,
Ohio Writer, Paste, The Gettysburg Review and other publications.
Photo By Jonny Bean
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