Firstly, I would like to say thank you. Secondly, I had read the instructions and no such piece or part came with the furniture Third, you have laced silk underwear, much better than the plumbers in America, whereever did you buy them? Fourth, your eyes are penetratingly blue, and I do not like them. EspeciallyContinue reading “To the Handyman who Fixed the Kallax Shelf I “Built””
Category Archives: Short Stories
Seafarers Holy Day
8 A.M.: Awakened by bells, tolling for me to rise and gape in awe at a colorful array of labeled boxes. What’s in there? A bike or a pony? Is a big wheeler with racing stripes cooler than a rainbow colored pony? Would mom let me keep the pony? Probably not. 9 A.M.: Wait inContinue reading “Seafarers Holy Day”
Girl and Frog
(I have become fascinated by the blending of language, form, and art. Here is a short story written and visually represented simultaneously. It reads: When I was a little girl, I was visited by a frog in my garden.)
Psychopathic Passive Aggressive Notes to Myself
Two socks, neither are mine. Your fridge approached me the other day. It was an unwelcome advance. You conduct an abnormal amount of static electricity. I am quite tired of your electrical current. Where did you put the key to that memory? Fuck you brain for phantom pain! I see that you have failed toContinue reading “Psychopathic Passive Aggressive Notes to Myself”
Brawk-Brawk-Brawk
I write with a frog on my shoulder. No, it is not a metaphor. It is a Litoria caerulea. An Australian green tree frog commonly known as a dumpy tree frog. I went to the pet store to purchase crickets for Ernesto. The young girl at the cricket bin asked me what I was feeding.Continue reading “Brawk-Brawk-Brawk”
“On Written Knowledge”
(Continuation of “On the Writing Process”) Writing knowledge. Knowledge of writing. Writing about Knowledge. Knowing how to write. Wait, I think the last one is different. Knowledge: (n.) “Information and skills acquired through experience or education; the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject” (Webster’s Dictionary). Hmm, perhaps the last one is not so different.Continue reading ““On Written Knowledge””
“On the Writing Process”
(Continuation of “On Writing in Iran”) One English teacher told me that writing was a process and everyone’s process was different. I laughed. A process? Ha! It’s more like a Pollack. Throw it on the ground and get mad. Maybe get a little drunk. Fling some ideas onto it and see what splatters, what oozes,Continue reading ““On the Writing Process””
“On Writing in Iran”
(Continuation of “On Writing”) The callus had formed a long time ago having never had the opportunity to heal. The pressure of every pen and pencil. The physical presence of every written assignment embedded into a small hard mound on my middle finger. In Iran, my teacher believed that the best way to learn aContinue reading ““On Writing in Iran””
“On Writing”
Writing. Wrighting. Right-Wing. Rrrright-Ing. -Ing, -ing, -ing like an annoying ping, ping, ping. What the hell is it? It’s like trying to get a direct answer from a philosopher. Confusing and unattainable yet entirely adaptable and personal. Don’t judge my writing! Otherwise it means you don’t like me. But, I must learn to separate theContinue reading ““On Writing””
Three Days Short of a LAN’s Tale
It’s been three days now since sounds of war began bombarding the walls of my living room. The thunderous bass triggered by the sounds of grenades detonating. The shouts of the participants rises in panic at the anticipation of a bomb being diffused. The girl sitting on the couch has been witnessing this exact spectacleContinue reading “Three Days Short of a LAN’s Tale”
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