Will write for yarn.
We traveled by car. My grandparents left upstate New York and drove the eleven hours to my home in Virginia, where I waited, impatient and seven years old, for them to pick me up and continue the drive to Florida, to Disney World.
I spent the entire journey reading, so immersed in words already that I [...]
I hide behind beautiful words. I hide truths that are more difficult to wrangle with than even I know, and though I like to think I’m facing things, I know there will be more, more and more things, stacked like cordwood, like bodies, just waiting for me to face them, that is, to put faces [...]
I used to own this body, like a pair of shoes, like a yo-yo, swung comfortable (falsely) in this flesh, walked with purpose with flair with con-fi-dence. In my bones I knew myself desirable, though my eyes refused to see it, my mouth to voice it. Thigh-high boots, short skirts, leather, zippers, spikes, flowery dresses [...]
These are the things no one tells you:
The birthing is easy. It brings you to your knees, of course, if you do it right, and I don’t mean without meds because by god – it’s still a rending. It’s a splitting open, a metamorphosis, leaving the shell of your old self behind. You crawl out [...]
It’s strange to walk into a place and see someone whose words you know, whom you follow in a strictly world 2.0 way.
It makes you hesitant.
Then you consider all the things you put out there, all the soul-emptying smudge of language on the pristine pixels, the things you would never, ever say to someone in [...]
I still have the postcard, buried somewhere in a keepsake box beneath wedding photos, the abstract finger paintings of my children, photographs, ephemera.
On it, a friend’s scribbled writing dashed off hurriedly; I was grateful to receive anything at all from him on this journey across country with his family.
He told me of New York, the [...]
You might, one night, find yourself buying a mango outside a bodega in the West Village after a long night spent listening to music with a pianist, in the basement of a bring-your-own bottle jazz club.
Perhaps it is almost dawn, and your favorite food in the world is a mango, and the pianist has never [...]
I’ve decided to post a tiny excerpt from the story I attempted to write for National Novel Writing Month. I made it to the half-way point at about 25,000 words, but realized my characters and story needed more work, and I needed to step away from them. Frankly, they were irritating me even more than [...]
“I’m a starter, not a cleaner,” she said, pulling a cigarette out of the flattened pack she fished from her purse.
“I come in with the ideas, get things rolling, you know. I excite people, get them worked up.”
I bet you do, I thought; even from behind my cluttered desk the dame was getting me worked [...]
“I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right” -Bob Dylan
You ask me to tell you about myself, and I feel like screaming, or running, or crying.
I’ll start answering the question [...]
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