The attendant response is perfunctory. “Why ask why, when you can ask why not?” How does this matter to me, she thought bemusedly. Why should I care what a guy with a towel on his arm says, anyway, and hey, what’s […]
My kids may never know what a darkroom was.
Once upon a time, I was dating loserboy. And holography was a new thing. Long story short, we got into an argument over the advisability of filling the room we were standing in with carbon dioxide. What a tool.
Bowlful of jelly. Who orders that? Do they just eat it with a spoon? Do they order a dozen English muffins?
A bowlful of jelly seems like a lot of jelly. Maybe (probably) too much. Unless it’s Thanksgiving and that’s all you have to eat besides crackers.
Saltines with strawberry jelly are pretty good.
The Space Shuttle has three detaching rockets it uses to get into orbit. It’s got three more permanently attached and used for propulsion, steering, reentry, and landing.
I may own a few first editions. Not sure.
Having the first or the signed copy isn’t important to me. What’s important to me is the content. Can I relate to it? Does it have value? Is it genuine?
Her breath came in ragged gasps. She choked and coughed, and began to get her breathing under control.
It didn’t feel anything like drowning.
perfectly climbing roses
grasping and clawing
A: I’m certain we’ll discover it. I mean, how hard can it be to find… Um, what were we looking for again?
B: You know, if you can’t keep a thought in your head, something something armageddon.
A: …Underpants, profit, armageddon?
B: Yeah, that’s it.
When I was a kid, I used to wonder if this was all real. This desk, this chair, this lamp, all the accessories of this life.
Sometimes I imagined I’d wake up as an alien, and be surprised to find I’d fallen asleep and been dreaming the whole time.
What was that phrase – your catchphrase? You always used to say…?
He put me on notice.
Right or wrong, it doesn’t seem to matter. I’m always on the list. Troublemaker. Rebel. Terrorist. Insubordinate.
And it’s starting to wear on me. And get me mad.
I wish I had gone to the library more as a child. I would have gotten to read so many more books. But instead, I was busy playing outside: sunshine bronzing me, wind and dirt in my hair, laughing. Living. Like they write about.
What do you call a sundae divorce?
A banana split.
(That was terrible. I apologize.)
poohsticks on the bridge
is it up to luck?
is there a trick to picking sticks?
to dropping them?
if it’s fun, does it even matter?
It was so wrong, what she said to me. So wrong.
What alarmed me most was how easily she said it – like a mouth full of olive oil.
Hideous. Hideous creature.
can’t let anger get out of control
big kids use their words, not their swords
There is something more out there. This is the seeker’s mantra: that no matter how much I’ve seen and done, there is always more to see and do. More people to swap ideas with. More beauty in nature. More life.
when there is nothing to hit the wind makes no noise
but out there
cold endless cold
frozen past boiling
and like to break upon impact.
There’s a such thing as an upright willow. They’re pretty cool when they sway in the breeze. My neighbors have upright willows. It seems to me one year, they had no trees. Two years later, they had 50′ tall upright willows. My perception of the growth rate of these trees is probably skewed. I try [...]
Her tiny teeth were backed by a powerful jaw, so when she bit me, I yelled in both surprise and pain. I had no idea such short incisors could penetrate so deeply, by virtue of clamp-power mixed with tinyness.
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