J. C. Kuehn Miller

Read. Write. Repeat. Aspire to be a Janitor.

Memory

We are the hollow eyes wearily searching for a constant high when we’re brought low strangled by strangers’ hands and floating seaweed tangled around the ankles below the face of … Continue reading

May 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

Child’s Play

  Draw a line. Now, draw another line. Were they parallel? Perpendicular? Did you make them touch or keep them separated? Did you even draw the lines? Find a piece … Continue reading

April 5, 2014 · Leave a comment

Cackalacky V

Faint scribbled lines on a water-stained paper was pressed against the stump in the backyard by the wind on an early autumn morning. The fog was playing in the treetops … Continue reading

October 26, 2013 · Leave a comment

God in the Rafters

I need to go home, but it’s a long drive back. I must leave to get these voices out of my head, they talk to me when I’m alone– nothing … Continue reading

October 19, 2013 · Leave a comment

Sunrise

Turnstile floral arrangements circling in the doorway, encased in glass walls; the brief glimpse of beauty telling a story of life spiraling down– and I have front row seats. Speak … Continue reading

August 7, 2013 · Leave a comment

Steady Steady, Leap Day, Steady

The river softly slept beneath the covers of her eyes with a tender touch caressing all of my hidden little lies inside the turning of my tongue; so dear, please … Continue reading

July 19, 2013 · Leave a comment

Portrait of an Artist as a Dying Man

It’s the sound of cereal being poured into a bowl. It’s the dancing of the biting flies circling around the falling, wilted dogwood blossom. It’s the ten year anniversary of … Continue reading

July 18, 2013 · 3 Comments

Stop the Cannibalism

Your grammar matters. Whether you are writing a school paper, a news article, or chatting on Facebook, if you are not careful, this can lead to the eating of another … Continue reading

July 11, 2013 · 4 Comments

A Love Affair

In the cemetery. The headstone read Look For Hope Elsewhere. Hope was elsewhere. She was pulling the eckrob from the dishwasher in the back of the restaurant. Pulling the udders … Continue reading

May 29, 2013 · Leave a comment

Meatprops

We were gods among men. The ever spitting, moaning from hangovers, time stopping deities. Where everyone saw lines, we saw wiggles. Where we saw rainbows, everyone else saw blue. We … Continue reading

May 24, 2013 · 1 Comment