Native

Across the sand Bare feet deep breath dive in calm, clear, teal farther and farther lungs scream tiny schools mermaid hair soft sand reflections waves tepid Atlantic wraps around skin hearts aglow loyal sunshine foggy brain molecules cling his presence lingers dive deep

Like A Hero

Have you ever wanted to punch someone? Not in that – the person talking too loudly on their cell phone next to you in an otherwise quiet, slow moving-line deserves a quick back hand to the mouth – kind of way. I mean, for reasons that are clearly written in the code of human decency,Continue reading “Like A Hero”

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Rewritten, Explicit.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the ground floor of an old house Had been converted into a piano bar, filled by many a louse. Music and banter wound its way up the spiral staircase, Melodies curled around a lady giving a sailor good chase. Somewhere down some lane children slept in their beds Visions ofContinue reading “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Rewritten, Explicit.”

At Last

Sam walked down the long green entryway to her grandmother’s door gazing at the new orchids blooming in the courtyard. Her eyes wandered up into the mango tree and she wondered when the fruit would start to weigh heavy on the branches. The year before they had come in April, unseasonably early, almost two monthsContinue reading “At Last”

A Hitchhikers Guide to Finding A Greyhound

Do you remember when Jay-Z and Beyonce got married? I do. I was standing in a gas station somewhere on the border of Montana and Idaho waiting for a shift change to be carried out. On a Greyhound bus, I’d just learned, each passenger must disembark before the drivers change places at a different location.Continue reading “A Hitchhikers Guide to Finding A Greyhound”

A Second Chance

Jamal slammed his car door shut. He looked down through the tinted window at the resume sitting on the seat and shook his head. He kicked his tire and regretted it as he walked heavily up the stairs to his apartment, the pounding in his head now matched by the throbbing in his toe. HeContinue reading “A Second Chance”

Acquitted, Evicted, Conflicted.

  “Go,” Chris insisted to an audience that couldn’t hear him. His right hand fumbled blindly around the deep center console of his 1989 Bronco. It hit upon its target and he slipped a Marlboro Mild between his lips, pressed the old knob of the cigarette lighter in, and met the eyes of the womanContinue reading “Acquitted, Evicted, Conflicted.”

Let’s Get Something Straight

The term “feminist.” It does not mean I don’t want a boy or girl to open doors for me. Please hold my hand. And walk me home. It does not mean I won’t do the dishes and the laundry and vacuum. And feed us. Every week. Which is why You should too, occasionally or always. ItContinue reading “Let’s Get Something Straight”

My Mother is Not in a Cult

Ali and Heather walked home from cheerleading practice with an aura of sulkiness about them. The trees were just beginning to set fire above the suburban road, but the two fourteen year old girls were so chocked full of self-doubt that they couldn’t see the autumn delight. The yellow and orange leaves mingling with theContinue reading “My Mother is Not in a Cult”