The Tale of The Teeniest Rubber Chicken

Eyes sunk deep in their sockets, I trudge myself to work. Last night’s D&D session 11 pm, followed by writing and yoga, led to a late night for this sweet body of mine. I felt it, too, like a hangover. Still, when arriving at my office, snaking through its corners, and flipping on lights, IContinue reading “The Tale of The Teeniest Rubber Chicken”

The Giraffe: A Writing Exercise

You’re sitting at a bar with a giraffe. What are you discussing? What are you drinking? What is the giraffe drinking? What’s the tone of the conversation? Write a page-long short story giving us the details of this encounter, and, most importantly, let your imagination run wild here. “I think it’s great, you migrating hereContinue reading “The Giraffe: A Writing Exercise”

Dill Dohs

What if I were writing this just for me? When writing my nightly blog, I dream of going off the rails, into the great beyond of absurdity and obscurity to never return. “Everyone Everywhere All At Once” is just that, and is my new favorite movie. Hot dog fingers and dildo fighting along with aContinue reading “Dill Dohs”

A Real-Life Person At The IRS

“I was able to do 24 pull-ups. As you can imagine, I was quite the studlette.” This morning, day five of waiting on hold for far too long and getting hung up on, things greatly improved when Shannon came on the line. As expected the 62-year-old Marine’s military career bled into the commands given atContinue reading “A Real-Life Person At The IRS”

Scribbly Dee

For those of you who don’t know Evelyn, she is my 2-year-old daughter, and here is a writing sample I found on my computer from earlier: tt5iit5iy5iyi56ko7oti66k6ioioii5okrejtji7iyiy869i7i9iiuio9ouiio8o8ii87loou7o7oooooo6777o7i7o7i7i7iii7i7iioi65vlkgisdtlytggjgkhnijgjjhjhjhtyukjiujioikopjukohpokpkthkomplgbjlpjmolj It appears she likes 7’s, o’s, and j’s. Do you ever panic when you hear water dripping, like maybe you’re in bed reading and wonder if the noiseContinue reading “Scribbly Dee”

Human Tongue

Do I overcomplicate things? Or do I complicate things just the right amount? Maybe I should ask Mr. Owl from those old Tootsie Roll commercials. What I’m trying to say is: The world may never know. Our house smells like pho’. Well, I think so anyway. Dave’s sniffer smells Indian food. All day, potpourri withContinue reading “Human Tongue”

A Gentle Ride

There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”