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amanda gowin

amanda gowin

Amanda Gowin lives in the foothills of Appalachia with her husband and son. She has always written and always will.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011 01:57

Tin Man

When you pop your knuckles you can't wear rings, or at least that's what he told every girl that ended up in a place she thought shit like that need be discussed. A name lay across the meatiest part of his hand, between the thumb and forefinger, and rippled green-black as his hands contorted. Ten pop-gun blasts in rapid succession and there was nothing else to be done with them, so he tucked his hands between his knees and wished the light wasn't so goddamned orange.

Monday, 28 February 2011 23:32

Teetotaler

Kathy’s jaw clicks with each clench on her nicotine gum - a rapid double barrel noise.
Squish-snap. Squish-snap. Squish-snap.
Add the erratic flicker of an overhead fluorescent on the fritz and you've got the saddest nightclub simulation Nathan has ever experienced. He's on day four hundred and forty-one. His fingers lock on a dangerously full Styrofoam cup, he manages not to crush it and spill lukewarm sludge all over his hands and the sad linoleum. To do so would be to interrupt, to trivialize the words that spill from the current sharer’s tearstained face.

Monday, 31 January 2011 18:33

Fever

Discipline, geometry, timing, and rhythm.

Caroline undoes her tight French braid, finger over finger. Mouth set, she tucks her chin and yells from beneath her veil of hair, “Run it from the top!”

The first notes of Elvis’s version of “Fever” bleed from the walls, top volume. Right hip locks with the blue light every second flash of the fixed strobe pattern. Three lights: blue, red, purple. White spotlight for new girls, they work under a fixed, merciless circle, hesitation their selling point.

Stock still except for the hip, rolling the flesh and bone outward. Forward step, discard the blue, left leg hyper-extends into purple. Legs together, head forward, arms at sides, hips thrusting slowly through the rest of the bass intro.