Prose: Friday 13, Locked, Loaded and Le Tired

Crusty eyes, if I lay here for a little while longer. What time is it? Shit, the clock. That’s it. Framed ax-yielding reflections and another sex joke. Hard to swallow, this head of mine. Walking shoes on. Hoodie zipped. Ear buds in. Gone girl. The rain beat me to it. A few minutes’ reprieve. Buzz…

Prose: Driving Home

I try to see, but not. It’s 6:14am. Nana slings open her bedroom door. She’s later than normal. I pop out of the twin bed in what should be the dining room and limp my way into hers. I’m still feeling the effects a fairly middle-aged woman might after too much dancing, whatever that means,…

Prose: Silence!

shhhh … he silenced me 🎶 happy tudor made of matches kisses and hugs and temporary patches 🎶 shhhh … he silenced me good morning, sunshine isn’t it about time to wake up, shape up, cover it with makeup shhhh … he silenced me and she cried, and he lied and a part of them died shhhh…

Prose: Sweet Bitters

I wanted to say something profound, but nothing came out. “Ma’am, would you like to stop police brutality?” Ma’am? “Yes, but not now.” “Not now?! But it has to start now!” Her voice trailed off as I scuffed down St. Mark’s and over to the #6, only to be transported down to Brooklyn Bridge, up,…

Prose: Life’s Loves to Ponder

Periodic messages trigger past transgressions, martinis, smokey kisses and a bond that could not be, said I, not he. Hiding behind a courtroom pulpit, the lord threatens hollow promises of a pilgrimage … to the country of my choice. Will I go? Not so. Not so. The Spanish seas are more puissant than the Louisiana…

Prose: Happy Birthday, Mama

Dear Mamacita Verbena, I woke up early Friday morning, not really because I wanted to. I mean, I did, but not at 4:30am. The cat, Kitty, woke me up meowing like crazy, wanting to go outside. No, I don’t have a cat now. But my friend’s friend does. And that’s where we stayed this weekend….

Prose: Daydream 05-20-16

This beige carpet is sand. I’m on a beach. The shirts, skirts, shorts around me are ripples, or waves, washing up around me. I tell myself it’s ok that they’re there, that I’m a mess, ’cause I get to dream. That room divider screen can go. And that chair. And most of these clothes. I…

Prose: What Will Be …

Yeah, I hate to get rid of it, but there’s no use lettin’ it sit there to rot. When I used to could drive, I liked going over there and sitting with everything. When it’s there, it’s like everyone is still there. Letting it go is like letting everyone go with it.  You got those…

Prose: The Wall Within

Do you suffer from ringing ears, poor eyesight, bad breath? Are you bloated, having trouble performing? Is it getting harder to wake up in the morning? What if attaining the fountain of youth were as easy as taking one small pill? Well now it is! Clare lived in a charming one-bedroom apartment on the third…

Prose: The Dishwasher

When did life become about loading and unloading a dishwasher? We cook. We plate. We eat. We rinse. We stack. We add soap, click the door shut, push some buttons. It runs. It washes. It dries. It signals when it’s done. We open. We put everything back in its place. And there it is. That…

Prose: Louisiana’s Sadistic Seduction

no matter how many tragedies are endured. no matter how hard the struggle to release the past’s rough attempts to grab me backward. no matter how many travels are planned in attempt to break the bonds, erase the pain, become someone new. louisiana keeps its hold. doesn’t want to let go. feeds me memories with…