Monthly Archives: April 2022
Distinctions
The 11th day of NaPoWriMo. no one can say i don’t know my ass from my elbow though it’s not polite to eat with either on the table while elbows may be sharp they will never cut the cheese and … Continue reading
WWJD
Day 10 of NaPoWriMo. On Palm Sunday Jesus rode into Jerusalem on an elephant to help the money-changers boost the economy so a wall could be built to keep out Samaritans. He healed those who could afford care and threw … Continue reading
Not Red Lobster Material
Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month. coconut shrimp and cheddar biscuits doomed crustaceans wrestling in a murky tank as one weary waitress works the whole room beneath dusty prints of fishing villages no fresh fish or fresh ideas here … Continue reading
no shit
Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. Our dog can’t clean her own ass so I’m holding her like a baby while my wife wipes with a wet paper towel and she (the dog, not my wife) squirms and grumbles as would anyone … Continue reading
Shattered Expectations
Day 7 of NaPoWriMo. break a leg she said kissing me goodbye on my way to work overseeing the sanitation workers’ union and not six hours later I’m swinging a pipe into the shin of a shit from a competing … Continue reading
If I picked the music
Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month. If I picked the music you would never hear The Beach Boys at the pool or “We Will Rock You” at the stadium and no one would ever fuck to “Let’s Get It … Continue reading
Filling Their Baskets
Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month. The optional prompt for today was to put a mythological creature in a mundane situation. The Easter Bunny attends a sex-addiction support group that meets every Tuesday in the basement of a Presbyterian … Continue reading
Why my daughter hates family dinner
Day 4 of NaPoWriMo. She says too much burping has undermined family unity; she can’t enjoy a meal without the foghorn sound of a familial belch souring the taste of her food and she takes no comfort in the hastily … Continue reading
Existential Crisis
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo. a blank screen is scary not in the same way a deserted parking lot or an abandoned warehouse might be—there’s no external threat waiting to beat, rob, or kill you— it’s more like an empty California … Continue reading
Finding a Real-World Use for Algebra
Day 2 of NaPoWriMo.) If I don’t pull her work pants when I transfer laundry to the dryer the heat will shrink them until they squeeze her thighs like vises made of polyester cutting circulation to her feet which will … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 