Author: Ryan Lane

The Worlds Within Us

Phoenix, among homes, I would describe as the most normal. In my brain it has long been thoroughly normalized. The epitome of Arizona/Southwest/American living as I’ve experienced it. But it is also scrubbed of a distinctiveness that Tucson and even my drained Prescott hometown retain. The place is identifiable but also generic enough for me Read More …

Stilted Lines

To feel the pregnancy of a terrible birth. I sit in her living room now across from her. Seven feet maybe. There is a certainly a distance. I don’t know how to close it, or if I want to, of if I did what would stop us from falling into old ditches. Bad habits we Read More …

Serbia Calling

On a Belgrade park bench with my head in her lap, she stroked my hair, I touched her wrist. We were spared the throbbing hesitation of new and unknown lovers—we had quickly and hilariously skipped passed that frantic mess two years ago—and were now resting in the serenity of two trusted people. I suppose admiration—or Read More …

Anxiety

Data being shot at you from paintball guns that your mind can’t assimilate into anything that resembles something safe, or at least easily-accepted. Pure threat gestalt. It is a layer of interpretation between your mind and all it perceives, filtering everything into a downward spiral, a whirlpool that resists all interference and can be navigated Read More …

Death Of A Vampire

He slumps in the corner chair, staring at the neck he was about to bite. The upteenth bite, so it would have been, for this woman to become a creature of the night, as she had become over and over again, at his insistence and her acquiescence. He had slinked through the crack in her Read More …

In a Colombian Restaurant

On the phone: “Mem, venga.” One of their ancient tensions was the difference with which they handled silos. The interlocutor thrived on having different parts of himself expressed in separate quarters—countries, tongues, friends. The sectioned gardens allowed a certain flavor of unrestraint, in which he could flex his innumerable and infinitesimal muscles in arenas were they Read More …

Characters

Characters are rich portals I have all but neglected in words. I oft describe, use language to appeal, make platitudes, but anything resembling a character is flat at best and unbelievable at worst. My relationship with personifying anything has long been a tenuous one. I’ve been over-zealous, usually, insisting who the personified are instead of Read More …