Fortunate Sheets Fortune cookies in bed, more crumbs than words, crackle as I snap them open, crunch in my mouth as I laugh at the sight of me in my room waiting to read the…
“The Connection” (March 1996)
The Connection or (How I Write) First of All… My approach to writing has much less to do with mechanics than with intuition, spirit, and a sense of connection to the process of creativity. Throughout…
untitled (February 1996)
[Karen’s Notes] New Student: Shannon Jordan (male) 7th grade SSMS Mom: Cathy (394-4409 after 5pm) Reading Comprehension Test-Taking Strategies Application of Material English (Paper Topic: Jesse Jackson), Social Studies, Science, Math, Reading $10/hr. baseball Writes…
untitled journal entry (2 August 1998)
My father reached deep into the vines, plucking a blackberry from its home. He eyed it in the palm of his hand and then popped it into his mouth, going, “Mmmm,” as he let the…
“Drinking It In” (January 1996)
There’s these two women sitting across the restaurant. From the bar, I figure that they’re maybe 25. But today they’re kids; eight-year-olds who just saved up enough allowance to come to a fancy place for…
untitled (18 October 1993)
I remember. But I’m not ready to write it down.
“58 Days” (9 April 1991)
58 Days …so I went to church and got a manicure. I’m not sure which saved my soul but my hands are beautiful now. Amen.
“Silent” (12 July 1998)
The first time I remember being aware of a tingle between my legs, I was seven. My chiropractor, who had cracked my back for three years, ran the vibrating wand up and down my spine,…
“Dolores’ Pencils” (June 1994)
When I first met Dolores, I had no idea why she collected something stupid like pencils, but she was my friend, and I guess that’s enough. Every Friday, she’d wait in front of the school…
untitled (12 July 1998)
She began looking around the place with less selective eyes. “I know he’s here somewhere,” she convinced herself, since she couldn’t, wouldn’t go home to an empty bed. Not tonight. She put another $5 bill…