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19 Ways of Crossing the Street After the Old Guy In the Sedan Jerks to a Last-Minute Stop in the Vons Parking Lot Crosswalk and Motions for You to Pick Up the Pace, Can’t You See He Didn’t Want to Stop For You in the First Place, Lady?

19 Ways of Crossing the Street After the Old Guy In the Sedan Jerks to a Last-Minute Stop in the Vons Parking Lot Crosswalk and Motions for You to Pick Up the Pace, Can’t You See He Didn’t Want to Stop For You in the First Place, Lady?

Imagining a possible legitimate reason for his impatience

He’s Afraid of all the Happiness

He’s Afraid of all the Happiness

He shrieks that I’m hiding fun from him because I know where he is and I won’t pretend otherwise, and groans to himself he needs to do a better job hiding—he’s so bad at it.

Hestia is Sick of Your Shit

Hestia is Sick of Your Shit

And it’s not that she would mind except for the fact that she’s a goddess, and that heat—which she had so lovingly doted on, coaxing it from the cold stone hearth for thousands of years—doesn’t seem to be enough these days.

Ten Reasons

Ten Reasons

She falls in and out of sleep, flips between episodes of dreams. Her mother’s screaming from inside a flooded urn, “Let me out of here!” Kitty’s playing Toss the Onion Ring, Mona’s mouth as target.

Why My Dissertation is Late

Why My Dissertation is Late

I tried copying someone else’s dissertation, just to feel the keys moving under my fingertips...I also watched 19 Hamlet movies for inspiration (see YouTube links), but all I learned is that Kenneth Branagh looks weird with a mustache.

The Feeding of Strays

The Feeding of Strays

And now they are gone. No more 3 AM meowing, no more silly old ladies and their stinking food going pstpsptpstp any more.

Please Now Submit an Author Photo, .JPG Preferred

Please Now Submit an Author Photo, .JPG Preferred

There’s no one here to take an unguarded photo of me biting on a hangnail while staring at the screen working out a better word for ‘broken.’