Tag Archives: Spoken Word

Which You?

by Chris Miskiewicz

“I’m very old fashioned for a bisexual polyamorous girl,” she said as I lit a cigarette, which was an odd thing to do since I don’t smoke. “Well that’s very interesting, but I’m afraid that we’re out of time. I have another appointment down the block at three.” Her smile dropped some of its […]

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Last Night at Sunny’s

by Chris Miskiewicz

Last night the wind was so strong outside of Sunny’s as it whipped off the bay. A building has to have something to it to take that much spirit in the face so often. That constant force, unending, coming straight from the sea. I remember when we found the bar ten years ago. Red […]

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MERICA

by Chris Miskiewicz

It’s a warm night, warmer than a New York winter should be, which tends to bring images of shattered glaciers and polar bears swimming through miles of ocean to my mind. I’m in a light jacket with my tie flapping behind me trying my best to turn the twenty-minute bike trip I’m taking into […]

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1000 Pennies

by Chris Miskiewicz

  We stood in the middle of the street staring up at her bedroom light. There was a slight flicker, probably from the candles she kept beside the bed. It looked warm, inviting, comfortable. All the words that come to mind when you think about places that became your home for a little while. “Do […]

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It was like…

by Chris Miskiewicz

  They came in and sat at the first empty table they saw. They moved with a shuffle of shopping bags, oversized bracelets, and loose fitting clothes that only women with long brown straight hair in 1970’s beach movies should ever really wear. Still, despite my sense of style and fashion, they sat beside me. […]

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Untitled Superhero Project (Part 1)

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I light a cigarette and inhale deeply when something that Vic Spero once said about Marlon Brando pops in my head. It was something about how everyone wanted to be Brando when he was a younger man. With slicked black hair, blue jeans, and a leather jacket. The kind of spirit that only […]

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Would you see me if my eyes were screens?

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I smell her perfume before I see her. It’s a mix of Jasmine and chemical compounds put together in a laboratory, that was tested on monkeys to see if their skin would bubble or burn, then passed through ten months of focus groups who debated the name, font, bottle shape, and best ad […]

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Liar

by Chris Miskiewicz

“So, is that it?” I ask the dark. “Yes,” she answers. I stare ahead for an unknown amount of time. True to form I begin thinking of a way out. A con. A barter. Anything. Because I always want more. “It was faster than I thought it would be,” I say out loud. There’s […]

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White

by Chris Miskiewicz

I couldn’t focus. All I could see was the shape of her hips underneath that fitted white coat. If you saw her in it, you’d think of Italy, or an animal in its prime, or that scent of richness that mad women tend to have. But, she didn’t seem mad to me. Then again, […]

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The Lights Across The River

by Chris Miskiewicz

I saw stars. That black echo of dull feeling that comes from a good hit to the head had its grip on me. Still though, I immediately spun around with a fast right hook to see Rob move aside like slow lighting as his hand grabbed tight around my wrist. He smiled and then […]

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The Background

by Chris Miskiewicz

I don’t know why I was at that party. It was 1940 and I had cut off my remaining rock-n-roll locks for a second SAG waiver. Then, Leonardo DiCaprio walked past me. We never made the final cut. I had just left an uptown project. I’m sure that I didn’t live there, but I […]

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The Writer

by Chris Miskiewicz

I can’t sleep, so I walk through the house to the kitchen and stare out the back window towards Manhattan. The moon’s supposed to be out, but instead clouds line the sky like a fine grey powder as the wind comes from the west. My hand finds my forehead and begins to scratch at […]

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