Posts Tagged: writing

(image courtesy Anthony Shea)

drinking game

how to play: drink a shot every time you hear a number. 1. maybe your childhood was what they call normal or maybe not but either way 2. you turned out fine, at least you looked as fine as most young

(image courtesy Anthony Shea)

drinking game

how to play: drink a shot every time you hear a number. 1. maybe your childhood was what they call normal or maybe not but either way 2. you turned out fine, at least you looked as fine as most young

(image courtesy Mike Seamon)

how to get there

  Directions to my houseboat: 1.  Drive to Marin County, California, which has one of the highest incomes per capita in the United States but forget about that, you won’t need your wallet where you’re going. Huddled between the highway

(image courtesy Mike Seamon)

how to get there

  Directions to my houseboat: 1.  Drive to Marin County, California, which has one of the highest incomes per capita in the United States but forget about that, you won’t need your wallet where you’re going. Huddled between the highway

yellow wallpaper 1

yellow wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands, looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so thick and knubby it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did something

yellow wallpaper 1

yellow wallpaper

On the home tour, John and I stood holding hands, looking at a wall covered in splotches and splatters of plaster so thick and knubby it cast shadows in the late afternoon light. “What is that?” I wondered. “Did something

crow below

birdbrain

On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge

crow below

birdbrain

On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge

movie star on wall

movie star on the wall

(Note: “I” is an unknown writer and “Mae” is a famous movie star. I would like an interview with Mae, but Mae won’t return her calls.) I  stand in front of the mirror dripping on my apartment floor as I

movie star on wall

movie star on the wall

(Note: “I” is an unknown writer and “Mae” is a famous movie star. I would like an interview with Mae, but Mae won’t return her calls.) I  stand in front of the mirror dripping on my apartment floor as I

on the map

being a bunny

Los Angeles: “It’s mostly full of nonsense and delusion and egomania. They think they’ll be young and beautiful forever, even though most of them aren’t even young and beautiful now.” –Christopher Hitchens In 1986 I skipped off the airplane into

on the map

being a bunny

Los Angeles: “It’s mostly full of nonsense and delusion and egomania. They think they’ll be young and beautiful forever, even though most of them aren’t even young and beautiful now.” –Christopher Hitchens In 1986 I skipped off the airplane into

girl underwater

girl screwed by her own naïveté

–this is a revision I’ve been working on in my writing group.  please excuse if you’ve already seen it– When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake. It hung on a small wall

girl underwater

girl screwed by her own naïveté

–this is a revision I’ve been working on in my writing group.  please excuse if you’ve already seen it– When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake. It hung on a small wall

snowy night

xmas rejection song

All wholly shit. My time is wasted rhyming. Who wants to hear me complain? Come flay me now, paper cuts to silver lining then fill each hole up with spackle and paint. I’ll take my fill of dope and wine

snowy night

xmas rejection song

All wholly shit. My time is wasted rhyming. Who wants to hear me complain? Come flay me now, paper cuts to silver lining then fill each hole up with spackle and paint. I’ll take my fill of dope and wine

finger paint

being seen (or a swan dive into a shallow pool)

The instructions went something like this: The first row goes first. The people stand up, walk single file onto the stage, stop, and turn to face the rest of the group. They stand at the front edge of the stage

finger paint

being seen (or a swan dive into a shallow pool)

The instructions went something like this: The first row goes first. The people stand up, walk single file onto the stage, stop, and turn to face the rest of the group. They stand at the front edge of the stage

blue nest

nest

(…this post is continued from here…) Finding a place that really looks and feels like home doesn’t always happen. Most of us make do with the place we’re in but I imagine everyone must have a dream home, a perfect

blue nest

nest

(…this post is continued from here…) Finding a place that really looks and feels like home doesn’t always happen. Most of us make do with the place we’re in but I imagine everyone must have a dream home, a perfect

handprints

naked

The other day at the bookstore, a man brings a stack of items to the register. He’s jabbering intensely about the weather and fiddling with the buttons on his jacket when I notice the P*****y Magazine. The girl on the

handprints

naked

The other day at the bookstore, a man brings a stack of items to the register. He’s jabbering intensely about the weather and fiddling with the buttons on his jacket when I notice the P*****y Magazine. The girl on the

frida feet

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

frida feet

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

(image courtesy Christine Mathieu)

house in my head

I have a house in my head. At night I clamber up to look around. I found it years ago–reaching into darkness, fumbling along walls I discovered the opening and hoisted myself up into a low-ceilinged room, close, cobwebbed, clogged

(image courtesy Christine Mathieu)

house in my head

I have a house in my head. At night I clamber up to look around. I found it years ago–reaching into darkness, fumbling along walls I discovered the opening and hoisted myself up into a low-ceilinged room, close, cobwebbed, clogged

plastic

first world worries (a list in progress)

Microphones. Popped buttons. Papercuts. There, on my left side, at the edge of my ribcage, is a strange red welt that won’t go away. You know what that means, right? That plus the mole and the ache in my lower

plastic

first world worries (a list in progress)

Microphones. Popped buttons. Papercuts. There, on my left side, at the edge of my ribcage, is a strange red welt that won’t go away. You know what that means, right? That plus the mole and the ache in my lower

scale

Hole In My Heart

1 I was born with a hole in my heart. I’ve always thought that would make a good first line for a story but in reality, it wasn’t that dramatic. It was a small hole and by the time I

scale

Hole In My Heart

1 I was born with a hole in my heart. I’ve always thought that would make a good first line for a story but in reality, it wasn’t that dramatic. It was a small hole and by the time I

collage map

forgotten

(…) Is there a sticky residue marking the place where you first fell in love? What if someone died there or cut themselves and bled all over or broke a bone? Does trauma leave a trace? If you lived in a

collage map

forgotten

(…) Is there a sticky residue marking the place where you first fell in love? What if someone died there or cut themselves and bled all over or broke a bone? Does trauma leave a trace? If you lived in a