In One Ear, Out the Other

“What do you want to eat, hib?” I was sitting at the couch, interpreting a two card tarot spread while Raisin toyed with the deck’s box discarded by my feet. Ricky was flipping through some restaurant coupons we got in the mail, searching for that one special meal to pop out at his eye’s tenderContinue reading “In One Ear, Out the Other”

It found its way

One of my first magical customer experiences when I was working at Waffle House was back in 2013. I was 22 years old, freshly college educated and constantly stressed, therefore constantly ticking. I believe it was solely an EEEE vocal tic I called a bark, but it was much more frequent. And yes, I wasContinue reading “It found its way”

A letter to hibby

To my dearest, always-loved Hibby: I wanted to thank you for hanging in there while I’ve been riding this recent rollercoaster of mood swings and generalized sadness. You’ve been not only the perfect paradigm of “husband”, staying loyal in sickness and in health, but you’ve been a best friend, a transmuter of my problems, makingContinue reading “A letter to hibby”

His gift

While serving at Waffle House, I distinctly remember this larger man with a big, brown bushy beard coming in maybe once or twice a year. He’d always sit at the low two seater in section 1 during more spontaneous bursts of business in the evening. This guy was extra jolly, somewhat immature and itching toContinue reading “His gift”

Sister friend

Today when I was next in line in the waiting room to see my psychiatrist Dr. Singh, this woman with a Harley Davidson jacket, a neck tattoo that said ‘little shooter’, and a face mask that said ‘fuck off’ stormed in the waiting room, burst out in tears. Everyone sitting around acted awkward from herContinue reading “Sister friend”

True love with ‘such a man’

I got home from breakfast and a trip to the dispensary with mom this morning around noon or one, around the time Ricky starts to wake his sleepy self up. When I opened the bedroom door, he was not stirring yet and very much fast asleep on his belly, strands of dark hair going everyContinue reading “True love with ‘such a man’”

What he loves

He loves my faceThe shape of Cupid’s bow,The curve of hazel,Spotted scars sparse,Extol my artistry, he does. He loves my curves,My thick mass,The pulse beneath bustMy weight, my baseThe sway of shark bite dress. He loves my languageaberration of normal pillow talk,Nibbles on his skin, sure,Quick heavy breaths and sniffing,Silly, immature play. He loves myContinue reading “What he loves”

The War

I was on my blue and green huffy 20 speed, on my way home from my friends house- it was already so late, 4 in the morning, when the sun barely kisses the brink of the horizon while the night still sparkles stars over the Ohio sky. For some reason, I decided not to goContinue reading “The War”

Wildflowers

“Now, I know I’m not the most Godliest woman,” I started, my six foot stature crunching grass and straw under new Drew clog slip ons. “But isn’t it weird how the universe throws people in our lives for specific amounts of time to make an impact, and then they’re gone? How paths just bend andContinue reading “Wildflowers”

A Morning of Love

This morning was a time for the books- a high quality morning of a day off for both Ricky and myself. The sun gazed a cool, September overlook among the questionable neighborhood I live in. YellowBelly’s chirps and melodies reverberated volumes throughout the apartment. The GameCube ran Animal Crossing hours on end, killing any anxietyContinue reading “A Morning of Love”