First of all, the eggs in my dream were not in their carton. They stood upright, transfixed inside my fridge, side by side as if a married couple on their porch. Who knows what they were looking at? Perhaps each other. Observing them, they struck me as enigmatic, and so of course I thought of […]
She had a cocktail in a plastic cup, and I remember her nose was a sort of red. She wore a blue denim jacket at her house party and didn’t care. The one thing I remember about her was her curls. I remember their frizziness, like if you washed a doll’s hair and just left […]
A girl in front of her house was doing hula hoop tricks today. She reminded me of a flapper — maybe Josephine Baker, the way she stared dead ahead and smiled — perhaps knowing she had it down and that she would beguile onlookers. The hula hoop never stopped moving, regardless of where it wound […]
Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Nobody in the congregation could imagine her not moving. Doris had always moved — as if made of rubber or as if a bouncy spirit had inhabited her. People remembered her swaying across the gymnasium floor during the church’s centennial celebration. She was dancing to My Girl by the Temptations and all the other songs […]
The old man was delivering seedlings to a nursery in a beat-up truck — its platform fenced in by scrap-wood panels. It was the start of a new day: The man wore a yellow shirt — loud as unmitigated sunshine. A shovel jutted up from the center of his flatbed— its handle to the sky, […]
A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off. People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying. Their indecipherable voices carried up high […]
You don’t necessarily have to bite into it to taste it.
Excited to have three flash Misfit Docs published at Queen Mob’s Tea House today. My stories include one about crafting a Pam Anderson doll. All in all, Pam will be an almond-toned, anatomically correct, windswept Wonder Woman I love Misfit Docs. It’s one of my go-tos. Here’s the link to my stories for those who are interested.