Everybody knows it when the Spirit rolls in.
Even from far off you can see the oiled tires spin dizzy
And hear all eight cylinders of his El Camino cry,
Screaming like the hellspray from a bombshell, terrible and alive.
Clemson University Feature Stories
Archive for the ‘Creative writing’ Category
‘The Spirit’ by Max Sewesky
Wednesday, April 6th, 2011‘We swore I would always keep You first’ by uncle farkus
Friday, April 1st, 2011You have nice hair
I speak under my breath
What did you mumble? You ask
that new shampoo smells good
‘Sleepwalking’ by Josh Sorrells
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011It’s not the nicotine. I swear. It’s not the nicotine. There’s just something about the way that the cigarette crackles with every drag….
‘Shoplifting Southern City Slickers’ by Josh Sorrells
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011Inhaling, the smoke–it pushes
my mind back a few seconds–
long enough to see what I missed
the first time….
‘Marigolds’ by Hannah Rabon
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011
“What day is it again?” asks Celeste as she enters the dining hall with Margaret inches away from the heels of her orthopedic shoes….
‘Warschau, Warschau’ by Justine Pekalak
Friday, March 18th, 2011
It was a little before six o’clock on an August evening. The sun slowly made its way down behind roofless skeletons silently casting long, reaching shadows on the empty, gray streets….