There she was. I’d seen her there every Tuesday for months standing on the corner in front of the Starlight Lounge. She never looked like she was waiting for a bus or anything but she was waiting. It was easy to see she was not a street person or a hooker. She wore little white [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Snippet: Starlight Lounge
Posted in Life Snippets, tagged Burbank, expectations, girl, Groundhog day, Myrna Jacobs, Starlight Lounge, white gloves on May 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Rubye Drummond
Posted in Story, tagged Alabama, deception, desertion, hope, Myrna Jacobs, sadness, Southern on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My name is Rubye Drummond. I left three younguns and a husband back in Alabama on a hot sweaty night right after the prayer meeting. I don’t know what came over me. I sat in the hard folding chairs at the back of the little church and prayed to my precious Jesus to [...]
Snippet: Garden View
Posted in Life Snippets, tagged age, alzheimers, books, woman on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday I went to see Miss Emily. She looked as though she knew. You could see it in her posture, the way she moved her hands as she made the tea. Each motion was made as though it were precious. Each moment so important and yet so ephemeral, that you had to make yourself notice [...]
Memories of My Father
Posted in AutoBiographical, tagged Alabama, Dad, death, father, love, Memories, summer on May 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I remember sitting on the front porch swing, quietly rocking, with the sweet smell of honeysuckle hanging heavily in the humid Southern air. Lightening bugs flickered just outside the porch railing and the sliver of a moon peaked through the chinaberry tree.
That was one of my first real memories of Daddy on that warm Alabama [...]
Spots on the Ceiling
Posted in Story, tagged fiction, pregnant, relationship, Story on May 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
There are exactly 78 places on my ceiling where some accident has occurred. Maybe some were not accidents, but intentional murders of various insects by someone who lived here before me. I know it wasn’t me because I capture and return to natural habitat. Most people think I’m nuts about this but [...]
Appearances
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art director, fiction, Los Angeles, models on May 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Oh! How I wish I could be there. I can just imagine Fergi coming into the front room and seeing Edgar tied to that ugly green chair. It was worth it. Whatever happens to me, it was worth it. I didn’t hurt him. In fact I gave him pleasure. He [...]
Snippet: Letter
Posted in Life Snippets, tagged infidelity, letter, men on May 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I decided to write to him again. I wanted to watch him open the letter and see how he reacted to it. For six months I have known about the girl. I knew it the night he came home late and told me he’d had to stay and work on a proposal. We, the girl [...]
Scream
Posted in Poetry, tagged betrayal, create, doubt, marriage, trust on May 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Scream, scream again,
Feels like being hit by a medicine ball
Feels like wind being knocked out.
Confront and carry on.
He keeps saying “create”.
And I keep thinking
I can barely stand
Don’t tell me to “create”!
You were the one,
The one we all trusted
The one we thought knew best.
Turns out you thought you knew.
But you didn’t know.
And now, I wonder
about everything.
Snippet: Front row
Posted in Life Snippets, tagged art, art history, college, photography, professor, Steiglitz on May 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I sat in the front row. I always do. The professor walked back and forth explaining the reason why photography had become an art form. Blah, blah, Steiglitz, blah blah, Manet, blah, blah, blah.
He never noticed anyone. He never looked at anyone. He just kept talking to the class, not to me or even the [...]
The Music
Posted in Automatic writing, tagged fairies, houses, life, lightening, music, musician, piano, shadows, thunder on May 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We skittered across the floor, dancing to the music as it echoed up through the floorboards to the third story and back down again around each of the rooms and stairwells. It was a strange music but seemed to fit the hour and our feet.
Tired and happy, I rested in a pool of light [...]
