What can YOU say in six sentences?
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
"How long have you been up?"
"All night... I guess... is it morning?" he looked up at her, his eyes like a cartoon, whirly-gigs of dead light, and his body smelling of sour lazy.
Disgusted, she leaned over his shoulder and looked at the screen where tiny bits and bots of not-civilization lived and didn't live and she felt as if her head were going to explode with the sheer waste of it all.
When she grabbed the butcher knife from the kitchen counter with one hand, his…Continue
I know how my mother's unwashed body smells because I am the oldest of four children and when we were growing up, the only time I could really talk to her was when she was taking her bath in the evening.
Her bath was not luxurious or slow, but quick and efficient, and I never even saw her lie back full length in the water, just a quick dipping and quick soaping, sluice off, and done.
She dried herself the same way, never glancing in the…Continue
At this point in Christmases past, I was exhausted, flour-covered, pale, hair tangled, and feet sore.
At this point in Christmases past, I had spent too much money, scattered decorations in all corners of the house, been to several pointless parties, overdosed on insipid music, and cried with frustration into my pillow.
At this point in Christmases past, I was asking Santa for no cooking and no dishwashing and no chaos as of 5pm on Christmas Eve... in other words... a…Continue
Starting off with an apology for two in a row this morning, but I am hoping to move on to the novel and be all primed to be brilliant! Snort.
They pay him now to tell his poems and jokes on stage, old jokes really, ones we've heard before, ones he's harvested off the internet proving that you really can teach an old dog to do new tricks or at least to post a quote on facebook every morning.
After the show we hear the real stories, the ones of great…Continue
I love walking into the dark kitchen in the early morning when the Christmas tree is glowing through from the living room, even though I don't have a traditional tree, and I especially like it when I've done the dishes the night before with you leaning on the counter and making me laugh.
We didn't go to the party last night, but we made a party of our own--scrambled egg sandwiches with sweet pickle, cribbage, and I asked why we didn't have barbequed potato chips.
My feet are…Continue
Mary Oliver says, "My work is loving the world," and I can't finish reading the poem because I get all choked up right there in the first line.
I met a man once who spoke of "value add" as a concept by which to live life, looking at every situation and decision in light of that idea.
This implies that value can be measured.
Perhaps we measure it in miles traversed, dollars saved or spent, birthdays, inches, pounds gained, hours logged, tasks check off lists, karats,…Continue
So they say that vodka is the "alcoholics drink," but I don't care, and perhaps this craving is not about the alcohol at all, but about the salty bite of the olive brine and the ritual, the Pavlovian sound of the shaker, the measuring, the elegant presentation, the indulgent placement of one cocktail onion in the bottom of the glass.
Locked in deep winter,
solstice yet to come,
I stand and stare out the window at
fading so slowly it almost
'Tis the season
when dreams are…Continue
I keep my eyes on my empty dinner plate, watch my fork as it scrapes up food residue, a study of nothing, as your words continue to beat down on my head and my shoulders, and there is nothing I can do to stop them.
You say, "I am not pounding on you," and yet I have bruises; "I am not trying to hurt you," and yet I stand in a puddle of old and new blood; "You asked!" but holyfuck I wish I hadn't; "Oh, so now I am the asshole," and there is no right answer, essay or multiple…Continue
I am happy to stand here before you today, from the middle of my life, and tell you that I do not know.
I don't know anything, at all, and it is a big relief to share that with you.
I don't know how to raise children, buy gifts, train a horse, fix a broken heart, keep the schedule clean and clear, wear a poker face, not care, play chess, write a song, apply cosmetics, comfort a friend, love you without stumbling, keep from making a footprint, hold back tears, throw a football,…Continue
This is dedicated to all support personnel, those who have stood in the shadows, in the background, behind the scenes, doing dishes, chopping onions, checking tickets, arranging flowers, addressing envelopes, sweeping floors, selling merchandise, sorting MMs.
This Thanksgiving, I actually sat in on the two-day poker game... left the dishes to crust over in the sink, the mayonnaise to warm on the counter, the mud to dry on the floor, and the cloth napkins to get used over and over…Continue
Twenty years ago they placed him in my arms, and I was bitter at being the last one to see him, the last one to know I had a boy, the last one to observe that his hands were exactly like his father's.
I was drunk on anesthetic and sore from the recovery room nurse's lecture about "growing up" now that I had a baby to look after, couched in terms that made me realize she thought I was a teenage mother, but the panic attacks and the tubes kept me from fighthing back.