It’s the time of night when even dogs sleep quietly and the crickets are louder than the cars. The TV is on mute and the fan spins unstably overhead. I have read every email, liked every Facebook post, nobody wants to chat. It’s the time of night I start to feel very uneasy about being … More Scared of the Dark
This is just to say I dropped half a pop tart in the bottom of the toaster around 2am, first in small chunks then in bigger patches and finally a thin, long chocolate beam speeding past the metal jaws meant to prey on bread or processed food. I was going to fish the long … More For Keith (and William Carlos Williams)
Things I forgot to bring to Simply Successful Camping GirlScout training: Hat, Gloves, Appropriate coat, Dishes and utensils, lunch, Blanket/sleeping bag. Things I remembered: Pat Belanoff and Peter Elbow’s book “Sharing and Responding.” Also, I started a fire with only wood and one match. Though I have still not extinguished any impressive fires.
Three of my poems can be found in the most current online issue (Heather Dorn): http://nowplaying.citizensfordecentliterature.com/ “D.A.R.E.” “This is a Petty Poem” and “How to Cook in a Coffee Pot” Also, “I Always Drive Over Potholes” will be in the next print issue. Check it out!
Two days til pay day and we scrape together a dollar and twelve cents. The bananas have fallen off the plastic tree and there is only one apple left. The garlic stands alone. The weather has been temperamental and so I grab a sweatshirt. By the time we get to the truck it’s snowing. The … More Chicken Tacos
Five thousand blogs on the internet, and they all say the same as what came before: Don’t get tattoos or piercings. Don’t make a scene. Don’t wear words across your ass. Find a good husband who treats you right. And just be nice. But maybe tattoos are a needed relief, and if we don’t make … More Advice for my Daughter(s)
I can’t fucking write today. I am on Document 16. SIX-TEEEEEEEEEEEN. Every time I think I’ve got something, I delete it for fear that somebody somewhere will READ IT. Because nothing is any good. It is all, simply, fucked. Bees? Nobody gives a fuck about bees! Why’d I even read all that stuff about bees … More Document 16
Celia was drunk when we got there. Two guys walked in behind us and she draped her body over them both and asked, “Who wants shots?” It was 8:30. Nobody wanted shots. She followed people outside, talked loudly about her grandmother passing, and turned up the music so that nobody could hear. “Celia! Please don’t … More Onion Soup w/Crouton
Very-Important-Journal Submission Policy What we want: Don’t send us shit. Only send good stuff. We reject almost everything. When we reject you, please buy our journal! We only take the very best so please buy an issue for reference on what the very best is. It is not what you sent. We are only accepting … More Poet’s Market
How to break up Ramen Noodles My daughter can’t seem to break them up she comes to us asking for help and I tell her to remember the trick I taught her when she leaves, my husband asks, “What’s your trick?” “I feel along the bag looking for weakness in the structure, like finding a … More Poetry Scraps: How To Break Up Ramen Noodles
Facts About Neuroplasticity 