Monthly Archives: March 2014

One More Shitty Thing

It is a short fall from kitchen counter to ceramic tile but far enough. Shards small as sand slide over the top of my bare feet and across the room. She suggests I stand still as the broom drags the … Continue reading

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Always End on a High Note

The temperature is rising and so are the seas, which are also absorbing megatons of carbon dioxide which will probably kill most of the fish and seriously fuck over the food chain which reminds me of a lecture I heard … Continue reading

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quickie

sinkful of unwashed dishes wrinkled clothes in the dryer children needing baths cat litter ready for scooping but i am unhooking your bra as you fumble with my belt and we only have a few minutes and we have to … Continue reading

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Lost Innocence

She wants to know why we don’t pray before meals and why I don’t believe in god because she does, she says. I’m not sure where she picked that up and I’m a little disappointed but she’s in kindergarten and … Continue reading

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The Last Essay Ms. R Read Before Hanging Herself

Hello reader. Rhetorical question: Did you know that Helen Keller was blind and deaf? I know this because we read The Miracle Worker and in it the play says she is blind and deaf which means she can’t see or … Continue reading

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blame

shit shit shit shit the little girl said as Nana frowned blame her daddy everyone agreed he swears a lot but no one asked just where daddy had first learned to spice his speech with hot expletives and sharp sacrilege … Continue reading

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Ambitions

I want a cigarette to dangle from the corner of my mouth, a cone of ash forming on its end as I work on something that requires intensity and passion so all-consuming that I don’t notice the mountain in the … Continue reading

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