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Blind-sided early in the year, I ended it with my comfort zone eroded, and finally made a motion to make a motion I could live with. In the intervening months, I took trips to four places I had never previously felt prompted to explore, and now look back with longing having had each inscribed in memory. I learned more than I would ever have thought I would want to know about some people, and not nearly enough about many others I had not previously realized were family. A project provided…Continue
I watch about 15 minutes of TV a year, most of it ads, those being the reason I'd rather drink lye than stay glued to the tube like a boob.
And these days the programs are worse than commercials: two days ago I stumbled onto the History Channel, to hear how all through the ages, ETs have been getting it on with the home folks, resulting in Centaurs and Cyclops and Yetis and such, and Marilyn Manson, some even say Jesus, and what we thought were myths all these years were,…Continue
This was the year of special schools, diets and therapies, living in our car for too many daily appointments. Rock bottom was standing among his teddy bears and toy planes, staring at his first portrait - the standard naked infant resting on his mother's arm and cupped hand; I wailed like a mortally wounded creature, begged God and the walls for autism not to be happening, not to my three year old boy.
This was the year I addressed depression, embraced a…Continue
Uncertain whether I’m fleeing a border or approaching a frontier, I’m awake as a collision, my nerves, a theory of knots. My face looks like an x-ray of an earthquake. I feel frayed and worn as a smashed Piñata. I yearn to erase all verbs, to burn my fingerprints, to iron my shoes, and start again. Time is sacred, a frenzied clock. Its hysterical seconds paraphrase me. No matter how far I’ve gotten in this life’s story, I’m pretty sure the end can be found near the last page.
This was the year I endured eight months of physical therapy after breaking my left humerus bone in two places late in 2010, the first full year spent with my arm held together by titanium rods, plates, and screws, the year I got off one blood pressure medication and the year I became a medical marijuana patient, the year I started wearing progressive lenses as well as the year I turned 40, and the year I ended with a five mile power walk on New…Continue
This year I took small steps, but steps nonetheless.
It was, for me, a year of real financial hardship, but I made it through with the help of some friends and learned that there's a well of generosity in people that I do not always see.
The year 2011 was tumultuous worldwide, and my one regret is that I didn't join an Occupy event, for I am undoubtedly and solidly one of the 99 percent.
I learned the wonderful truth that I am not a novelist but a short story writer,…Continue
"Damn," God said as he slid in beside me, "it's colder'n bankers at nut-cuttin' time in this weather, man, I swear to God."
"Warm in here though," I said, here being a back booth in Barb's Boom Boom Room, our home-away in these cold winter months as the old year pooped out toward Omak.
A waitress came over as God settled in and gave him a kiss on his bald spot, dropped off his Cuervo, and sashayed away with a smile and a wink, and a light in her eyes that…Continue
Parker Brothers has announced the release of a new version of their classic board game to reflect the emergence of Atlantic City as a gaming destination.
Timeshares and casinos have taken the place of houses and hotels while the new tokens will include a slot machine, a roulette wheel, a blackjack table, a football, a poker chip, and a thoroughbred horse.…Continue
Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.
Standing on a podium with gold medal hanging from my neck. A tourney won by an arm bar torque in the first two minutes. A single leg take down of a girl six inches taller than me must have been a funny sight; but, to me it was just another day at the "office". So, when collar chokes failed, a long arm and easy finish was the only option. Spinning around her chest, I fell back into the mat and thrust my hips to hyperextend her elbow; bitch didn't tap. Thrusting…Continue
“The Word-ah ... praise Jesus ... will abide FOR-EVER ... amen,” the preacher pokes his King James with a misshapen finger, punctuating the short, but electrifying sermon before breaking into a hoarse rendition of “I saw the light.”
From behind the pulpit, musicians supply Skynyrdesque accompaniment to the old standard, adding kindling to the flames in the hearts of the congregation who don’t require the…Continue
A 300 pound roller girl in black tights and hot pink short shorts whipped by me, an audiologist declared my ear legally deaf, my insufficient hand squeezed the inconsolable hand of my husband as they eulogized his father, and I flew to the rainy hills of North Carolina to meet people I realized I already knew.
But they have sad eyelids
as fluttering capes.
My father has a heart of iron
mighty and strong
My mother can flash flood the
gullies of her cheekbones
flood the plains with water
Years later I will spring forth,
a child of iron and salt
unable to save them.
But hold my hand. I can save
us. We are poised on the brink
of a building called the world.
It's a chill morning, one of those where the thermometer wishes for wool socks, where you drive with your head sideways as to not amplify the fog in the windshield. The old beast turns over slowly, reluctantly comes to life, the fuel gauge is on walk. Will it be enough to make it to work, collect a check, reach the bank?
It's only been 10 minutes but the Cat's frozen solid, hot coffee with 2…Continue
Added by Mike Rochette on December 31, 2011 at 10:46am — No Comments
It's not as if it's an elusive find - like a tattered store front with a green and white awning that's been discolored from years of elemental abuse - it is instead located in the largest mall worldwide, in one of the most popular bookstores ever. There is a local chat room in Dubai that speaks of it and labels itself only as The Kinky Bookstore- fictional fodder for the hopeless…Continue
I have been sentenced to a life of disconnection. Lost in deep concentration and impossible to socialize. I can see your lips move but only hear my own voice reflecting other interests. Nobody understands me and how i can't listen. So I sit here lost and confused with no ambition. Why am I alone, trapped in this prison they call the mind?
The old dog died during breakfast, between first coffee and plates clattering into the sink.
She just "went to sleep" on the old canvas bed beside the woodpile, though a corpse never looks quite that benign.
We've been listening non-stop to the Guy Clark tribute album since I gave it to you Christmas morning, though I don't know why you were surprised since two months ago you stabbed your finger hard into the ad and said, "That…Continue
It stands as true as the day it was built. It is silent; eternally focused. The soft recessed lighting casts a familiar subtle glow on its surface. It is only as interesting as its owner. It is an uninterrupted sea of untextured pale cocoa. The wall is as it always has been.
Added by Fred Hofstetter on December 30, 2011 at 7:03pm — No Comments
I forgot that my usual jogging path was being used today for a Gay Pride Run, which hadn't yet begun. So the guy holding up a sign with a big arrow where my path divided from the sidewalk seemed absurd. "All you need now is a big bow," I shouted, jogging past. "Oh, boy, do I ever!" he called. Some fifty yards later, I caught the pun.
Margaret Blush hadn't been in school for several days. Sister Grace told us that she was ill, and that we should all stand to recite a decade of the rosary for her. Several more days passed and, as Margaret's condition apparently worsened, we increased the number of decades recited for her. Two days later, without explanation, Sister Grace told us to stand, take out our rosaries and recite the five decades of the sorrowful mysteries. Once we had finished, she told…Continue
I was out with my girlfriend at a bar in Hollywood having drinks and celebrating whatever we wanted to celebrate that night. Suddenly I had the urge to take a number two, and I really didn’t want to do it, because it’s just embarrassing doing something like that at a bar unless one really has to. Anyway, I took my chances and headed for the bathroom, and, with luck, I only had to fart; but, while I was standing there in the stall letting out my rabid gas attack, I began to urinate. As I was…Continue