Three Things I’ll Never Be Able to Do
I may have mentioned one of these in the past, in passing, but it’s time to come clean. Flat out. 1. Make a Mix Tape/CD/Playlist This will never happen successfully. I love music. It’s a huge part of My life and I both respect and appreciate a well composed list of tracks. But I can’t make a well composed list. For anything. Workout, chill out, space out, commute, work, write. It doesn’t matter what the desired venue of such a mix would be. I can’t assemble one. I had a radio show in college. Not sure what I was thinking, [...]
Early Midweek Fiction: In the Airport
Because Early is better than late. I wrote this in an airport (obviously). In the Airport He stared at the man over the back of the seat. His skin was dark, his eyes darker. He watched the man grab a bag of roasted cashews, following his hand. He watched him drink from a plastic cup. The man watched as well, but the boy didn’t notice. The man watched. The boy watched. He watched the man tear the plastic package. He watched the scraps. He saw them. He watched him eat. Hand to mouth. He wondered why the man put the [...]
Midweek Fiction
Another taste of NaNoWriMo 2011. I’ve tweaked it a bit (just a bit). I like this scene. Butter (titled for reference here) The last time I went was with him, just over three years ago. We met there. After a long conversation on a Friday. We met there on Saturday. I brought Nathan. It’s one of the best memories I’d even made with him and it will likely be the best memory he ever has of his grandfather. We sat at our table for four hours. Three generations in one spot. It was as close to a phone call as [...]
The One-Footed Animal
Him and His cousin, three and a half years old, stand at the patio doors of Her parents house. I’m sitting on the couch and Her mom is in the kitchen. The two kids are staring at something outside. His Cousin: Gram. What animal has only one foot? Her Mom: One foot? Him: Yeah. One leg. Look at that track. (Her mom stares outside) Me: Lowly Worm has one foot (Him and His cousin pause to consider this.) Her Mom: Oh, I think that was probably a bunny. Their feet– His Cousin: No. They have four feet. Maybe it was [...]
Business Travel
Last week I went to Connecticut for work. Where there is nothing. And by nothing I mean nothing. At all. The last couple times I’ve gone, I dreaded the nothing, I made Myself hate the small town vibe. This last time I embraced it and I think I may have found some sort of common ground with the quaintness of it. I have yet to find that common ground with airports.
Midweek Fiction
I found this on My phone while browsing through old notes late last night in My hotel room. It’s from November of 2010 and I wrote it while walking to the car after seeing someone eating McDonalds near a stairwell on campus. I don’t write poetry, so you’re free to judge, laugh, mock, etc. Eating She ate beneath the stairwell. Alone and open, Luke warm food, Grease, bread, water. Incomplete.
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