Cleo’s fingers tightened around the handle of her mother’s old cast-iron skillet as she tried to remember Edd’s words before he left for work that day. “Mrs. Simonds?” the investigator continued, still using the tone…
Browsing Category Creative Writing
untitled journal entry (28 November 1994)
It just all seems like such a dream to me: that I ever lived in Los Angeles, that I studied at UCLA, that I worked with the Kovacs, that I ate lunch on Melrose, that…
untitled (7 June 1998)
There is nothing like this feeling. Nothing. It’s the beginning of the beginning and it is blissful. The smell left on my skin, the way my lips still tingle, and the rush I feel just…
untitled (19 January 1995)
This is where I am. you are welcome to join me yet I will not compel you I will not entreat you I will not beg you. I will simply invite you and that I…
untitled (16 January 1990)
As she wrings her hands she gives me details that I don’t need, “The one your father used to wear” I know. But I don’t say a word because I love to hear the sound…
“My Mirror” (1 July 1987)
My Mirror I saw a child once all alone I stopped to view her, not to aid She tried to play “house” without a home I saw a child once all alone Her isolation not…
“Air Born” (July 1994)
I made my way to my seat, the same seat I always get, on the MD80 and took a deep breath, ready to become the Rebecca I was before the weekend. Despite the fact that…
“Dr. Molson” (June 1994)
Simon was still a dear friend of hers; although he could never understand why Rebecca chose to name her kitten after him. He vacillated between being flattered and annoyed. But that’s the way he spent…
“Stress Monster” (June 1994)
“I’m such a Stress Monster,” she told her cat as he stretched and purred, not a care in the world. “I know you think I’m calling you my precious baby and paying attention to you,…
“Manhattan Beach on the 3rd of July” (8 October 1995)
The breeze was lyrical The conversation crisp, almost scripted, as we sought out a Steadman for Stephanie and a Southerner for me. We stood on a crowded balcony Watching the sun trying to set and…