From April, 2018

Laundry Day

Your smell of mint and citrus infused in my pillowcase, Becoming a tea bag of spices steamed to the precipice of oblivion. I don’t want to wash my sheets but a chocolate stain calls for detergent attention. “Eating chocolate in bed?” Your mouth sputters, air escaping from a carbonated glass, Pleasant and causing your eyes…

Fontasia

Arial is the cruelest font, snatching Supremacy from sleeping Helvetica, We mourn her in Light Bas Relief, and Sip shimmering glasses of chilled Sans Serif I could have been a pair of curling commas Crawling black across the death-white page So we trouble and toil with fraudulent Lucida And try to divine just who or…

Shoulder Me

In the lobby, after the show, “Dad,” you said, and touched his shoulder. That was all I heard, or needed to. I sat here once, your fingers said. I saw the world you showed me. The view was what it was— a bay, a bridge, a vacation or two. Perhaps a parade or a just-reached…

Six Shooter Blues

Abe Lincoln just came back and started taking selfies. Meanwhile, the hipster army turned every bar into a museum with names like “Where are all the honest men?” Witches were flying matchsticks ‘round the minimum wage, daily pay crowd, flaunting faces like goblins and legs of steel. The cowboys paid no mind and were riding…

The Bullring

It was exciting to be in Spain and traveling with Ava. In truth, it was exciting to be anywhere with Ava. We walked arm and arm, wandered into charming cafes, and took in all the main sights. We were at that stage in a relationship where it was new enough to be filled with wonder…

Last Day of FatAssery

Doug’s Food/Mood Journal AKA: LAST DAY OF FATASSERY Day 1 – 12/31/12 7:30 a.m.: 1) Half package of Mallowmars, three weeks expired. Verdict: White spots on chocolate, cookie plate dry and chewy, outer layer of marshmallow filling hardened into fibrous, crust-type thing. Definitely expired, but still very tasty. Maybe even better than normal. Should think…

Scranton is Getting Bad

I. Scranton is getting bad. There’s so many house fires, Most of them arson. And drugs, and drug busts too. I’m not unhappy here. I love the place. It’s cozy & nothing much to do. The mayor put Scranton in a hole. A couple of stores went out of business. Some come in for a…

Miracle

It was a pale day. Our bedroom curtains flung wide; still, the furniture looked half-hearted. I sat up in bed, stretched, and tried to get out of my nightdress. But I got tangled. I stood. Walked through to the kitchen, and the tiles were like ice against my soles. I thought: I hate the floor.…

Pink Christmas

I catch my grandmother looking at me in the reflection of the overhead mirror. We’ve been driving in the golf cart for fifteen minutes or so, making small talk, remarking on the muggy heat and sublime turquoise waters surrounding us. Not thinking. Attempting to not think. She’s adorned in a dizzying array of pink: pink…

Far from Home

She picks a conch shell out of the pile in the terra cotta pot. Thousands of miles from its home and still the shell spills sand from its center. She wants to crawl in, cup a beach in her hands. Listen to the prose of the ocean— Tell me about your emptiness. Tell me about…