Papa

I think of you every time ‘ol blue eyes croons his velvet melodies on my dusty car radio. His cd case lays in pieces on the floor of the passenger side among spilt coffee grounds, crumbled bits of leaves, and a pair of old socks I brought bowling one time.   Remember when I was … More Papa

Latex Gloves

How do you look someone in the eyes when you don’t know if you’ll ever see them again? Julia Roberts is running from a serial killer in the background but all I hear is the broken raggedness of the rising and falling of your chest and I know you want to cry but can’t and … More Latex Gloves

Anxiety

When the heartbeat of leaves clamor towards your perch on the stoop, you pause, waiting for them to whistle past your quivering chin.   You flush, ripe with rawness as the chill nips your burning cheeks. Trembling, you shield them from insistent nibbles of wind.   Cocooned in blankets of Jagged broken promises, you rasp … More Anxiety

Camp Winnebago

The janky old school bus screeched to a halt in front of a sign screaming “Welcome to Camp Winnebago!” in bold lettering. Sal fretfully sucked in his breath through the slight gap between his two front teeth as the rest of the kids filed excitedly out of the bus. This was his first time at … More Camp Winnebago

Swarm of Bees

Thunderous silence pierces my drums, And swiftly appears those pervasive hums. A buzzing mass of gold and black Creeps slyly towards my barely turned back.   Impossible to avoid on a sweet summer’s day, They stalk full of spite when I get in their way. I swat and I flee, there’s nowhere to hide. A … More Swarm of Bees

Cinderella Slippers

            “So, do you want to tell me what this is all about?” Sylvia slumped in Mr. Jazz’s worn out “patient” chair, avoiding the counselor’s well-meaning eyes. She surveyed the closet-sized office with an air of boredom, making sure he knew she had better things to do than sit here and discuss her reasoning behind … More Cinderella Slippers

Book of Recipes

That day I remember you seemed more tired than usual. You lounged in your rocking chair with Pearl in your lap, stroking her ears to the soundtrack of her purrs. Ina Garten instructed you to use “good olive oil” when braising your beef burgeon, and you jotted down the ingredients carefully in the notepad on … More Book of Recipes

Paint Swatches

James continued to slip and slide the roller along the bare wall. Up. Down. Up. Down. Left. Right. Left. Right. He and Sadie had spent hours contemplating what color to paint the future nursery. “I don’t know, how about Canary or Eggshell” Sadie uttered indifferently on hour three of paging through the paint swatches they … More Paint Swatches

Booze-Soaked Brain

*Disclaimer* For this short piece of prose, I drew inspiration from the poem My Papa’s Waltz by Theodore Roethke. I use the image of “the whiskey on your breath could make a small boy dizzy” to create a character dealing with alcoholism and explore how the disease affects the relationships between that individual and their loved ones. Booze-Soaked … More Booze-Soaked Brain