Kajsa Ohman

“ON BOA CONSTRICTORS, TOWELS, AND MARCEL PROUST” by Kajsa Ohman

Submitted to Contest #253

ON BOA CONSTRICTORS, TOWELS, AND PROUST Look at the time! The sun’s up and I’m not! Good God, and my to-do list is longer than a boa constrictor—at least I think they’re pretty long—but I should Google it, because then I’d know how long boa constrictors are—not that I really care, but still, now that I’ve wondered about it—and  knowledge is power— No no no, step away from the computer. Some kinds of knowledge are just a waste of time. Anyway, I promise we can look up length of boa constrictors tonight or on the weekend, b...

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“MOTHS” by Kajsa Ohman

Submitted to Contest #230

MOTHS  Ben walks in the night—with the night, as with a friend.  The moths don’t bother Ben, though they cloud the streetlights like kinetic haloes. Stray dogs, broken glass, cigarette butts don’t bother him, nor the tatters of paper that blow against his pant legs and cling there. Nothing bothers Ben. Not...

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“THE DIRECTIONS OF YOUR HEART” by Kajsa Ohman

Submitted to Contest #213

The Directions of Your Heart Before killing myself, methods of which I’d been devising in my jumbled mind for several weeks, I decided to consult a professional. Not a professional in self-destruction—I didn’t think I even needed one, since my ideas of how to end my life had been predictably creative—but one of those people trained in what’s optimistically called Mental Health. 

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“GARDEN OF EDEN” by Kajsa Ohman

Submitted to Contest #192

I will tell you what it’s like to dream of a long-dead child—though of course there are as many ways to dream as there are people to do it, and far more than that. You have come back to a house where you once lived. You sold this house years ago, and other people have been living in it, but now you have returned. Returned to see the evidence of their neglect, which is everywhere. Your dreaming eyes take in traves...

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“IT'S A HELL OF A TOWN” by Kajsa Ohman

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #190

I believe some people are sensitive about mindless promiscuity, even a single sentence of it. The year was 1939, in the merry month of May, and New York City was preparing itself to deliver what some hoped might be its favorite character. St. Vincent’s Hospital was the venue of choice—right in the heart of Greenwich Village, where the competition for created characters was fierce. And sure enough...

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“ONCE AGAIN, FROM MEMORY” by Kajsa Ohman

ONCE AGAIN, FROM MEMORY “Did you remember your fingerpicks?” “Yes.” “Flatpicks?” “Yes.” “Capo?” “Yes.” “Set list?” “YES!” “You don’t need to get mad.” “I’m not exactly mad.” “You look exceedingly mad to me.”  “I’m just annoyed that you’re bothering me with all these questions.”...

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“SIX LETTERS TO ILLUMINATION” by Kajsa Ohman

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #188

SIX LETTERS OF ILLUMINATION I didn’t really think much about happiness until I had the opportunity, in a Scrabble game, of adding ‘piness’ to the existent ‘hap’. Indeed, the act of putting ‘piness’ on the board would have brought happiness to almost anyone, and it certainly made my opponent’s day, my opponent being my fifteen-year-old nephew. “Piness! Ha ha ha!”  The very f...

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