chris bullard

At Home

A man decides to fly a kite in an electric storm. He splashes down the driveway and along the street pulling the kite which twitches like something hooked in a river. The kite is red and the man has tied a pigtail of fabric to its tail for stability. He plays out a thousand feet of string over his shoulder in the hope that this will allow the kite to rise to unprecedented heights. The kite becomes invisible ascending into the clouds, but it appears as a brief glow when the lightning forks behind it. As the storm intensifies the flashes come so regularly that the kite seems as translucent as a pane of glass. The man recognizes this as the window of his front door. He had thought that he was standing on the ground looking up, but now he realizes that he is flying through the sky looking down. These bolts shooting toward him are thin birch trees with white bark and the rain splattering against him is a lawn with short-cut spears of black grass. At once, he is reconciled to living in the suburbs, which he had always hated. If he can land, he knows that he will lead a happy life. 

Chris Bullard is a native of Jacksonville, FL. He lives in Collingswood, NJ. He received his B.A. from the University of Pennsylvania and his M.F.A. from Wilkes University. Kattywompus Press published his third chapbook, Dear Leatherface, in January of 2014. WordTech Editions expects to publish his second full-length book, Grand Canyon, in 2015. His work has appeared in Rattle, River Styx, Pleiades, Green Mountains Review and other literary reviews. 

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