Daily Archives: January 23, 2012

Glory Days & Baking Cakes for the Enemy

by Jules Archer


Glory Days

the prom queen of
scorn and
dirty knees

Beverly hills
missed suicide thrills

middle name always never,
not never
a fictitious faction

force fed plums
prettiness and primp

delight goes down with a
silver-coated spoon
castor oil tongue

and shit-stained hands



Baking Cakes for the Enemy



Everything feels kind of numb and peachy. The candy-colored speculum, a rune of ancient miscreant behavior fired up and ready, Freddy. Why/Therefore/Nevermore, she sings to the man in the white coat, not sure of the saying but the meaning clear. With a delicate touch in mind, she turns it off and tunes it out.



Folds the sheet and creases it clean. Bakes banana bread to doneness. Fires up that one lone cigarette, buried in the bottom of a purse and looks in the phone book under E. Anyone have a cure for an Existential Crisis? Take two razor blades and call me in the morning.

Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck.



It’s all in the wrist. The flick of it. I will not tell a lie tattooed cursive-like on its inside. She eats her cake and drinks her tea. Keeps her hands red at night and learns with a tight jaw. She’s woman. Jellified into good and the evil. A slim factory of modernity; give her a shit storm of heavy and crazy. She wants it all.

She recognizes herself in mirrors and bleaches her soul in the bathtub.







Somewhere between being born and raised in the backwoods of Montana, Jules Archer developed a craving for the written word. Today, she writes random stories of great genius and heartbreaking torpor while reading Playboy and sipping Blue Moon in her spare time. Jules Archer has appeared recently or is forthcoming from Metazen, Monkeybicycle, Negative Suck, >kill author, PANK, Northville Review and elsewhere. She writes to annoy you at: http://julesjustwrite.com/