Even though it’s a balmy 1,000 degrees out in South Louisiana, today I will be summoning my inner Seattle. Memories, so many. Feels like yesterday. We were all hangin’ patchouli’d-out, cloves-in, at Ernie Steele’s. Where were you? Living in the 90s. Drum beats. Wood floors. Vampires in my bed. “You’re life’s just like Singles,” she…
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All of my writing.
Ruminations: Mom is Breathing
My mother’s blood races through me, gasping for breath, searching out the experiences she missed. Is there still time? There must still be time, she says. She conjures up my thirst for British tea, her favorite. She encourages me to eat onion and mayonnaise sandwiches. They make my stomach hurt, I whine. Nonsense. Eat them….
Prose: Mr. Preacher Man
“What about you, Julia, have you been saved?” I was caught off-guard. “Yeah, but I have a church in Seattle I watch online.” “Oh, ok, well, y’all don’t mind if we pray? Dear heavenly father …” I wanted to reach out and hold hands. But none of the others made a move. Wasn’t that what…
Prose: NYC Ramblings
Hot, bitter coffee in my cup swirled with sweet thoughts of hot dudes reading in the subway. Touch. Chocolate. Kisses on my tongue. Is that a Spanish accent? You look like you stylishly rolled out of bed. That signature coat. It’s probably designer, but I wouldn’t know. My hangover, headache subsides. Too much lemon on my…
Prose: Waitin’ on the Rain
Windows open Cool air breezin’ in Rumble rumble in the sky In my belly Black coffee sputters to the top To my lips Thank you, Universe Tick tock on the clock Biscuits rising Cast iron’s hot Eggs, freshly born Freshly scrambled On my plate Kisses the smoked Pine Prairie boudin good mornin’ Last night’s farewell…
Prose: Exposed
Walk up. They turn my way, see through me. Inside. Outside. I am naked. Beautiful shoulders. Love your hair. Nice legs. Grab it. Grope it. Kiss me. No me. No me. My body trembles. That was my last drink. And on and on and on he kept on. Time to go. Who am I? Who…
Prose: Silent America
Senses are heightened. Look around. Notice. I push the radio off button, roll down the windows and soak up the humidity. A faint cool breeze chills my left shoulder, tickling thoughts of early mornings, Mom driving me to the mill where the yellow school bus waited for me. The air thick with the scent of…
Ruminations: Paris, My Love
I had no idea how long we’d been on the bus, only that I’d fallen asleep somewhere in-between the rolling green peas and our emergence into the City of Light. The boat-lag oscillated between my head and stomach while my eyes opened to a fraction of the enchanted view I’d only previously seen through French…
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…
Dreams: One night in December
It was there, small, but coiled on the plant branch in the apartment. I wasn’t expecting it to be there. I brought her in to see it; she’d know what to do. It slithered on the floor. Sometimes it looked like a blond, slightly golden, furry kitten. She approached it as such, slowly, cooing as…
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,…
Anne-Julia Price 