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Scarlet Woundsmile
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I am sorry for your loss.
yesterday
Valerie commented on the blog post 'The cold rail'
ow. well done.
December 8
Scarlet Woundsmile added a blog post
The only thing that I have written since you died has been your eulogy. Every now and again, I take out the pen that I gave you in the hospital and feel the smoothness of it; hoping you will speak to me through it. But the cold metal just reminds m…
December 7
very powerful. soaping is torture.
August 19
this made me cry.
August 19
yup loved the thirsty rocks too...and i really like the sounds of "rich red day." Great write :)
August 5
sometimes i have extremely strong visceral reactions to your writing, jay. this was one of them. well done :)
August 5
I loved this piece when i first read it a while back, and I love it all over again. Amazing job Ty.
August 5
love the last line too...very nice, jay.
August 1
I can't say anything that hasn't already been said. Except maybe add an extra "wow". And some applause. :)
July 29
jay i really liked this...very real. I could hear Zach's voice and smell Rob.
July 28
omg. excellent!
July 14
Wonderful ......so Excellent .....
July 13
wow, this is a great collaboration! it has a very burroughs feel for me. great job both of you!
July 13
thanks so very much for the comments :)
July 4
PS I re watching Wonder Boys right now. Seems apropos, if you haven't seen it, do. Dylan wrote the Oscar winning song, Things Have Changed.
July 3

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About Me:
I write when my 8 month old is asleep -- so not much. I am coming out of a long dry spell...trying to write at least once a day. It feels awkward, painful, and wonderful to be writing again. All the writers here are heads and tails beyond me, but hopefully once and a while you will look behind you and offer me a hand if I fall to far behind.
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Scarlet Woundsmile

The cold rail

The only thing that I have written since you died has been your eulogy.

Every now and again, I take out the pen that I gave you in the hospital and feel the smoothness of it; hoping you will speak to me through it. But the cold metal just reminds me of the shiver when I heard the words that it was cancer. How I crawled into your hospital bed with you; my spine against the cold rail.

I put it down, look at your picture and whimper out a whisper that says that I am sorry. I cannot write again to… Continue

Posted on December 7, 2009 at 10:04pm — 3 Comments

Scarlet Woundsmile

reciprocity

We walked quietly to the point along the river where the water shallows and the names of our friends live burnt into birch bark flesh. We passed a joint back and forth in silence, and uncomfortably became reacquainted with new lines and grey hairs. The pot was dry and I coughed, causing me to feel brand new with you again.

Sitting on the edge of the river I tried to make a smooth stone spin and skip three times, but you tipped my balance when you took my waist from behind. I said nothing as I f… Continue

Posted on June 30, 2009 at 9:30pm — 12 Comments

Scarlet Woundsmile

Blood and Brooding

She is dressed in a god damned stereotype. Fuck. She’s run out of tampons, is forced to take the storm cloud to the checkout line, and it makes her feel like she wants to bite something. Biting like fuck biting, just a little too hard.

Smelling foul, feeling polluted, she walks out with her keys jingling and wearing her most comfortable pair of raunchy sweats with the fuck off holes in the crotch, and requisite oversized Raiders hoodie - antithetical to her cunt and perfect for her hostile womb… Continue

Posted on June 8, 2009 at 9:50pm — 16 Comments

Scarlet Woundsmile

The elephant in the room

Tonight I stumbled across the one thousandth thing that you’ll never again say to me.

It caught me off guard, as it came to me so directly after imagining the one thing that you and I will never again do. It is interesting to think in elements of nothing. For us anyway, it seems to bring me closer to you; it takes nimbleness to navigate the land of Naught. There are traps set everywhere: white elephants in rooms, next to endless daily details not usually attended to closely enough to warrant co… Continue

Posted on May 30, 2009 at 9:28pm — 5 Comments

Scarlet Woundsmile

My children's book idea

I had an idea today for a children's story...but this is NOT how I would actually write it for children if I were to decide to commit to this idea. I'm wanting some honest feedback as to whether or not this story is worth exploring further.

THE MIRACLE

It was spring, and outside of Kyle’s bedroom window a robin had begun to craft the first stages of a would-be nest with bits of paper, long grass, string and spider’s silk. At first, the three year old was oblivious.

It wasn’t until the… Continue

Posted on May 26, 2009 at 1:00pm — 6 Comments

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At 7:42am on July 1, 2009, Jay Holmes said…
I woke up yesterday morning from this intense dream and immediately went into the office and in five minutes wrote out the dream which was Bitten. Now to hear that sparked a dream for you is just crazy.

This is spooky and erotic all at once.

-Jay
At 4:58am on June 22, 2009, mike whitney said…
Scarlett,
Huge fan of yours, this is the best so far, imho. Sorry I just now saw it.
I hope you find a paying market for it because it is that good. Please send it around, if you aren't already.


She is dressed in a god damned stereotype. Fuck. She’s run out of tampons, is forced to take the storm cloud to the checkout line, and it makes her feel like she wants to bite something. Biting like fuck biting, just a little too hard.

Smelling foul, feeling polluted, she walks out with her keys jingling and wearing her most comfortable pair of raunchy sweats with the fuck off holes in the crotch, and requisite oversized Raiders hoodie - antithetical to her cunt and perfect for her hostile womb.

She gives the embarrassed young check out boy a stolid, go fuck yourself look, puts the I hate you this week sized tampons and mint chocolate ice cream on the counter, and then feels the need to distinguish herself. The stereotype she is wearing is itchy and she loathes it. But she wants ice cream god damn it. She wants to hatefuck something while she’s bleeding.

Her brooding slams into reverse and seizes the peddle, and it makes her feel good to punch it until she sees something fast and dark and it’s met with a dull thud. Horrified she gets out of the car to find the dying dog.

The rain masks her, a monthly misanthrope, bleeding through her sweat pants; not noticing it mix with the dog’s blood and swirl around her sandals. The dog whimpers as she takes her victim’s head in her wet hands; she looks over and sees a small boy carrying a red lorn leash at the side of the road. An uncontrollable sob births itself from her mouth and the dog’s pain contracts inside her belly.

Then, the anger dies.
At 8:51pm on June 18, 2009, Erin Cole said…
Hi Scarlet,
Your post to Jay's beer story made me laugh, because you're right. My husband and I spent a day in Canada across the Montana border, hoping to have a couple beers, but the entire town was dry.
At 7:14am on May 29, 2009, Jay Holmes said…
Happy Birthday Hot Stuff.

-Jay
At 4:40am on May 13, 2009, Daniel said…
I have to say the name is very cool, is it real? Scarlet Woundsmile. If it is real, you got stories man... Welcome to stitchville where the wounds are no longer scarlet that makes me smile.
 
 

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