Daily Archives: January 22, 2012
A Receptacle For Relics
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks My body is a reliquary, its bones my rigid relics about which lay memories, scattered in particles like the ashes of dust and salt, thrown over shoulders.
Tagged as dust and salt, memories, poetry, reliquary, the body, what is human, what we are, writing
Sheets That Smell Just Like A Day At The Beach
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks At first she only tasted the faint smell of salt seasoning the air, unaccompanied by any sight or sound. Her view was enveloped in a darkness so consuming she was momentarily convinced that salt had … Continue reading →
Filed under Fact and Fiction, Stories
Tagged as beach, deja vu, dreams, fiction, short fiction, writing
