Earlier this morning, I was at the Kroger grocery store on Dorothy Lane. I had a can of medium spicy Ro Tel tomatoes in one hand, mild in the other. I had a tough time deciding which one to get. I looked up and realized I was crossing paths with this older crone woman employee,Continue reading “Kroger Sisyphus”
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Valentines Poem
Amiable, hearty Hibby: Saccharine as freshly sliced pineapple, Separated to succulent chunks, And chunks, And juicy chunks more- What should I make of his sunup aura: A nasally bouncy “good morning!” Followed with high-pitched “coffee, hib?” The faint smell of veggie submarine, deodorant wash musk, The pepper of booze, And his natural scent. Our romantic,Continue reading “Valentines Poem”
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”
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”
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’”
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”
The Human Healer’s Stories 