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”
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”
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”
Tiny Rainbow Bag with a Brown Button
This one time when I had money in my pocket, I went to A Full Moon Rising and found this miniature rainbow bag with a brown button hanging on display for sale, along with many other variations of the same bag in different colors. The bag screamed my name and the tag screamed $10. IContinue reading “Tiny Rainbow Bag with a Brown Button”
Strawberry Cough
Some people prefer breathing in fresh air from the countryside, breezes wafting around hints of lemongrass and pure chlorophyll photosynthesis. Others prefer the finest perfumes from Europe, the Coco Chanel’s and the Yves Saint Laurent’s tickling their noses. I like the particular skunky, earthy, flowery sweet stench of a fresh jar of unopened strawberry cough,Continue reading “Strawberry Cough”
The Human Healer’s Stories 