They ain’t even his, she thought. If they was his at least they’d be family. If they was his, at least they’d have good blood. But no. They belonged to another man – common, bound to be – and some town girl. With skinny hips and a skinny waist. “Lay with ’em but don’t bring
Monthly Archives: July 2007
Remember the four year old who knew the cabinet like she knew her ABCs? The one who who wanted to visit the savanna when she was five – when her mother agreed it would be nice to see the elephant and caribou she giggled and told her: “Caribou live in the polar region, mommy”. Well
He made his will this morning. The chief chattel – an aged violin. The children had been fighting over the worn out piece of wood since the winter his lungs closed up. When he thought he was gonna die and just about said so. “I don’t want nothin else but daddy’s fiddle.” His daughter was
The best advice I ever got came from my grandfather. A barefoot boy named Ramses who found God somewhere between the footwashers and the snake handlers and managed to keep Him in spite of it all. Pa once told me, with all the conviction of a man who knows, what he didn’t know. “I don’t
jet lag: also jet·lag (jÄ•t’lăg’) n. – A temporary disruption of bodily rhythms caused by high-speed travel across several time zones typically in a jet aircraft marked by fatigue, insomnia, and irritability. I don’t travel well with others. Especially when I can scream at them. I can scream at HIM. I try not to. And
The old lady drug a fat sausage hand across her forehead, sunk deep into her comfy chair and sighed. “Lawd knows Carl Dean. Lawd knows they prob’ly can’t help it. What with being born the way they was.” She closed her eyes when she said it. Kept them closed just long enough to make everyone
I met this fellow the other week in a Chester graveyard. I was waiting on evening song at the cathedral and watching a bunch of teenage tourists when I wandered in and almost stepped on him. I’ve walked over a lot of Victorians in the past nine years but there’s just something about this one
I’ve gained a stone this month. 14 pounds. 6.4 kilos. Whichever way you do it. This is just a rough estimate of course. I haven’t actually been on the scales. I value my state of mind too much. But I can feel it in my thighs and all over my face – because that’s where
The last time I saw her she had one child and wasn’t pregnant. Or maybe she was and I just didn’t know. Or maybe she told me and I just forgot because my life was in total upheaval and I’m really horrible like that. Anyway, she’s still not pregnant. But she does have an extra
1. Neck it. No. Not nekkid. Neck it! 2. Panna cotta. Whoever came up with such a dreadful thing? 3. It’s not climbing into a medieval tower that’s the hard part. It’s getting down. 4. West Virginia. North Carolina. It’s all the same. Mountains and banjos right? 5. So my mom says ‘There’s no need
