There are bits of reality lying around my house. The mostly full, still hot, unplugged coffee pot sits patiently on the counter. It’s two sinks down from the cell phone chargers that are plugged only into the wall. The closet light cuts a swath of brightness through the darkened living room, cold in its emptiness….
Tag: slice of life
Dear Sexist Asshole
Dear Sexist Assholes: Enough is ENOUGH! I have had it with your motherfucking opinions all up in my motherfucking vag. Everybody strap in! (gets up on stage) I’m about to open some fuckin’ minds. Always my own, A woman on the edge
Classified
I found this in one of my notebooks and it gave me a laugh: Second year creative writing MFA student seeking: male, orphan, massage therapist who plays hockey. Must be no older than thirty-two. Would prefer some post-high school education (Bachelor’s degree or better). Submissives need not apply. Must appreciate quirky sense of humor and…
Repercussions of a Breakup – Part Three
Laura slammed into the kitchen, chest heaving, her ginger hair up in a bun. Jess had her feet up on the table, carefully applying a new coat of paint to her nails. Tess was at the stove humming to herself as she made stirfry and Brendan was absorbed with his computer. None of them flinched…
The Couple
She brushes her knuckles down his front in a soothing manner, her face creased with her smile. Her hand is covered in a soft, white hand warmer that covers everything except her fingers from the second knuckle up. He wears heavy work boots and both his feet are pointed directly at her. One hand is…
DPD
Dependence – physical, emotional. Judgment. Chronic. Unsophisticated, genetics distorted. Wish. Environment, submissive. Inadequate, ingratiating, inept. Helpless. Abdicate. Lack, self-effacing. Obsequious. Deny. Subordinate. Deceptive. Avoid. Meek docile mawkish. Self-defeating. Submit. Abuse, intimidation, self-sacrifice. Disconnected, fretful. Vulnerable. Lonely. Engulfed, absorbed, incapable. Masochistic. Obliging, inferior, incompetent. Needy, passive, fear, avoidance, oversensitivity. Not Me. Genetics and predisposition do…
Torn
His feet point in two different directions, decidedly braced and he looks confused. His eyes are set deeper and the bridge of his nose is a tall wall between them.
Foreigner
A young man sits alone at a bar, poring over a magazine. A rare caucasian in a mega-city of Asians, his solitude at the busy hub of social interaction is highlighted. Sturdy hiking boots tap out the rhythm to a lively Irish song that a live band is playing in the middle of Shibuya. His…
Looks Like Home
We pull off the highway and I stare at the overpass in a daze caused by four hours of sleep followed by nine hours on my feet, and a five hour bus trip that I am just now halfway through. I know we are far from Baldwinsville, but for a moment I swear that when…
Interstate 81
Sometimes it feels like 81 stretches from one end of the earth to the other. It is the first part of the path forward to New York City and my future, but it also reaches back to Watertown and my first everythings, and it continues to Fort Drum and wasted second chances. Beyond that are…
Baby Soldier
She was tiny with dark curls and bright brown hair. A PC was sliding around her head. It was meant for a bigger head, a soldier’s head. It fell down over her eyes and she tipped around the Laundromat, her tiny baby teeth gleaming, her giggles loud.
Little Gentian 