It's a dark & dreary night.  One of my room mates is trying to teach herself the accordian in the living room while another tries to sing along in Yiddish.  I don't think what he's singing is actually Yiddish at all.  I've locked myself in my room ( Read more... )

Photograph of my Sister in the Garden

In a nightgown with an outstretched net

Running barefoot in the grass

Trying to capture white butterflies

Like Alice through the looking glass.

The hope the picture holds ( Read more... )

Little Oedipus has wandering yellow eyes
that peer out of a smeared Picasso like
face.

Little abstract calico cat,
Your nerves push against your painted surface
But still
You are as stiff as a stone gargoyle

Stuck up on a concrete roof.

Dorris found the head of customer relations to be intolerant and prone to temper tantrums at the slightest hint of unproductivity, but he listened right away to her entire story. Much to her dismay. To be fair, given the situation, it couldn’t very well be avoided ( Read more... )

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"When you live for someone you're prepared to die"

My Barbie doll didn't wear a dress. She wore a black wetsuit that was so much a part of her identity that it was painted right on to her skin. She had plastic pink flippers and a pink one piece bathing suit that complimented her immaculately applied makeup. (Waterproof mascara, no doubt.)

She was ( Read more... )

Instructions ( Read more... )

Steven is hovered over me, blue eyes glistening in the clear afternoon sunlight.  He holds up a large green caterpillar with vibrant yellow spots.  "I think I'll call him Henry ( Read more... )

I drop off a smoking blue Romulan Ale to a table of four - two of which are dressed as sailor scouts.  This isn't surprising considering that I work at a medieval nerd bar.  I'm careful not to let the long draping sleeves of my elven tunic dip into their Beefbarian Stews or Chickpea Fries.  Practice makes perfect ( Read more... )

Definitely not my favourite thing I've ever written.  And it's late (so I think I'm disqualified from participating this round.)  But I wanted to post it anyway.

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My mother has a habit of starting every conversation as though we're in the middle of an argument. “Don't tell me you didn't mean for this to happen. Aah. Now what will we tell the ( Read more... )