There are times when nothing less will do than a proof beverage and an order of fries. Heads up neophytes, ginger is not a substitute for proof alcohol. “An extra shot of ginger”, she said. For the ginger tea she ordered. I’m on my … [Read more...] about An Order of Fries
She Ate Well
she was 7 or 8. spindly. braided pigtails. with intent and focus she raked the black olives from the top of the pizza to the side closest to her, dipped down to the plate not bothering to raise it, and took in the olives. a subtle … [Read more...] about She Ate Well
One of Those Suckers
On a Tuesday in June without announcement my back went out, the sort of going out that ends with the news of a ruptured disk, sends your spouse to the guest bed for a week, and garners an enlightened understanding of drugs that fall in the respective … [Read more...] about One of Those Suckers
Late, For Nowhere in Particular
Rolling down some back-road cloaked in the bliss of anonymity, one arm in contact with the wheel at the point that encourages my wrist to flop carefree at the end of it, head bobbling to a slow rhythmic beat that doesn't match my rousing vocal … [Read more...] about Late, For Nowhere in Particular
The Brown Hotel – Springer, New Mexico
My feet thrust to the bottom of the bed in choreographed unison with arms yanking the comforter to nose hair level. The inexpensive hotel sheets are rough; chewed from the passage of a multitude of feet sliding across the surface. I like the way they … [Read more...] about The Brown Hotel – Springer, New Mexico