"The verbal birth of an idea."
In a half-filled coffee shop, he told people who weren't listening that he watched his best friend hang himself seven months ago.
I'm laying on my outdoor sofa reading Sylvia Plath's journals and slowly drinking southern butter pecan coffee, listening to the preacher from my lesbian neighbor's TV and the howling of feral cats...
Today I realized that I want you just as much as every other day. I love you just the same.
Monied homes and people make me uncomfortable..
Suburban Ohio winters were the stuff of my childhood adventures. Snow created a quiet world; my backyard became a blank, moldable canvas of imagination.
"John Michael, pop it off; I'll pay for the roof!"—Uncle Stan to the groom on champagne.
Last night I dreamt I went to San Francisco to visit friends (who actually live in Texas and really aren't my friends anymore).
After a morning of comforting and cuddling with my best friend, it's 67 and clear.
I'm sitting in my parents' living room watching sit-coms and reality TV, which I hate on principal but tolerate because it's how I can spend time with them.
1.5-2 cups raw, peeled shrimp: grind in food processor. 3 Pork chop (2 cups pieces—grind) so it's a little more than the shrimp. 1/3 cup chopped onion. 1 cup carrots-chop in food process.
Friday night: Lingerie party with minors and artists. Saturday: Christmas eve with extended wino family. Sunday: Inspire Christmas spirit in menopausal mother while sailor brother is out to sea.
I'm sitting in a room filled with four sleeping bridesmaids, most of whom are too young to have drunk themselves into this state, watching a mediocre but meta movie, and all I can think of is wanting...
Daphne was my Latin dance partner some days. We were predictably short on men in the class so she took the lead.
The man in 7A, who's wearing an official NFL hat and shirt, is explaining the concept of hog dogs to a likely menopausal woman.
It's a book store that once was a theatre so the middle is open and sound travels easily.
Last night I dreamt I bought a pet bunny. It proceeded to leave little round poop pellets all over my nephew's play room, which is exactly the kind of thing that makes me dislike bunnies.
What's the difference between happiness and joy. This question has been on my mind all week. Modern dictionaries do it no good so I turn instead to the OED, where I learn: 1.
In line at the post office, the man behind me smells like a bowling alley. I scoot closer to the woman in front of me, who looks like she's been running for congress since the late '90s.
Two laptops, four books, one journal, one notepad, two magazines and a giant clock. It may be time for an information intervention..
I commit 384 pages to your story and you kill my main character in less than a page of bullshit. Lame..
How is it that I feel both completely fulfilled and such a strong yearning for more. That I want to do nothing and everything with you.
A friend of mine was trying to quit smoking, but wanted a smoke one day while we were having a drink at a local coffee shop/bar.
Against a wall with water drip marks at eye level sat an overweight, blue leopard of a woman. The skin on her face looked like it had been grafted from her cellulite-pocked thighs..
Tonight my house smells like dog shampoo, baked bread with nutmeg, tender white lilies, and Fraser Fir..
Synonyms: nestle, cuddle, nuzzle, snug; curl up, scrunch up; squeeze together, hug, embrace; bundle, lie together.