Okay, it was exactly like most days, up until I went for a walk. The town of West Addison, Kansas, population 51,812 according to Google, was the host of our rolling jamboree. I’m certain there are many attractive neighborhoods in a town this size, but I was unable to locate them, being...
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When I write my husband into my mind’s romance novel, I name him Count Nathaniel Bloodgoode. I give him a long, flowing mane of silken, raven hair. He wears a velvet riding coat with a scarf sparsely covering his sinewy muscles. This morning I lay in bed in my best seductive pose,...
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Sammy wasn’t sure why he and Jake were walking through the woods at night. He guessed that they were both too wasted to actually drive, and giggled at the thought. His tee-hee’ing set Jake off, and quickly they were both laughing hysterically. It took them a few side-hugging minutes to settle...
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Crystal and I are talking in my office about her paper on rap music. I tell her I listen to rap, that I like the embattled self-consciousness in Kanye West’s “All Falls Down,” the resolute hope in Common’s “I Have a Dream,” the history lesson in Rage Against the Machine’s “People of...
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I sit by the river, wash my hands. I do not know if an hour has gone by, or months. I wash and wash, though the stain has gone a long while back. I had licked blood from my hands in pleasure, feeling like I burst in two. I am an Eckhart,...
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Darkness comes dissolving wind- crippled pines to silhouette whispers Stars shoot into focus like hurled lances You call me to come from the tent where I am reading Dickinson by flashlight to have a look I put her aside and surface on a plain of stars Their...
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The sound of a guitar drew me down the dorm stairs to the student lounge on the ground floor. Through the open double doors, I saw freckled redheaded man picking and humming Tom Dooley in the far corner. I grabbed a coke from the machine, walked across...
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Let me sit here for awhile, I thought contemplating the morning sea the cloudless sky, the yellow shore all lovely bathed in light. I really did see it for a moment; now, eyes shaded, I am pretending daydreaming of nights when young, memories filled with the...
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I am spectacularly ungifted at gifting. Virtually every present I have presented has staged my incompetence, my utter cluelessness, at gift-giving. If my gift-giving had mass, it would have the density of a 98 cent furnace filter; if it had volume, it could be measured in...
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Inbox, outbox No need to shout box Groaning over devalued stocks Angry as the income walks Posting, sharing Everybody caring Milliseconds sparing Feelings still repairing Quotables and media Facts from Wikipedia Trip booked through Expedia Support via India Facebook, Twitter Checking who is bitter Found pics...
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When we wed, my husband’s mother and my mother were as different as they...
There are many disadvantages to living on a bus, but the quality, and quantity,...
It’s different on the ocean. There are a lot of vessels in our waters on any given day, but you can still float around for a couple of days on your own without seeing a soul. Out there at night, with the stars wheeling overhead, you can feel the stray ghosts from all the ships that came before; you can lie on the deck of your boat and feel the breeze and think about how it started in West Africa and wound its way through the Cape Verde Islands and the West Indies before it got to you. It’s easy to dream, out there. Things that feel enormous on land seem smaller and closer and within reach, when you put yourself on that vast body of water under that endless sky.
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