Bluets Mockup

Last spring I took a lit seminar where we had to write mockups of the books we read. One of the assigned books was Bluets by Maggie Nelson. If you haven’t read her book I highly recommend it. It’s a quick, poignant read, perhaps I’ll do a review of it when I get the chance…

Working Woman

Dirty white sneakers, yellowing at the edged. No socks, but sheer black pantyhose. Working woman who knows the ropes. Black skirt is rucked up, half her thighs showing. Tabloid folded in half underneath a small clutch/purse. Manicure is worn and dull, silver rings on left middle finger, slender black leather watch on the same wrist….

All Rational Thought Has Been Currently Suspended

I have one really irrational fear. I can’t really explain where it came from, but I do have some theories. Let me set it up for you. I work at a coffee shop. I am a shift lead and, therefore, a key holder. I am an opener. I wake up at 4am to get to…

Beast Inside

With his head bowed over his phone she can see the muzzle of the beast in his face. The shadow of his stubble narrows his face and sharpens his cheekbones. His nose points straight and she thinks fox. When he raises his eyes she thinks shark-predator. Has anyone told him he has a small flat…

Blowing off Some Steam

Her dirty, coffee-stained sneakers hit the sidewalk at a fast clip, heel-to-toe until she remembered to walk ball-to-heel, which never lasted long. She was walking home, her tote bag clenched between her left arm and the side of her body. Loose, black exercise pants were cinched tight above her hips, the hems rolled up to…

Working Hands

Hundreds, maybe thousands of hairs are all together in what looks like one uniform mass (God knows exactly how many hairs there are on your head). His feet both point forward, rocking back to lean against the door, knees locked. Blue jeans dark, but artificially worn – fairly new, no fraying cuffs. Not tight, hard…

The Problem With Pickup Lines

Frost was firmly dug in at her table in the school café. It was midterms and anxiety was running high, while sanity was at a shocking new low. She was sure that the hours of sleep every student in the café had gotten over the past week, if added up, would probably be less than…

Fight for the Night

Why must we as women not trust our bodies? From a young age we are told we will never run as fast, be as strong, or as tough as males. We are weak and soft. What they are really saying is that when we are as fast, as strong, and as tough we scare them…