Two Things

Would you like a greeting card?

Because I would like to make and send you one. 

I mean, unless this gets way out of control. 

You can email me at with your mailing address. 

But please keep in mind this may take a while. I’ll email you once I’ve sent your card off. 

The other is this bag I saw at the store:

Without a Last Goodbye

When is the last time you saw a pay phone? All I see anymore are the empty places where they used to be. It’s sad. 

Giving Thanks

Today is Thanksgiving here in the US, and I am thankful for all of you. 

I truly am. 

Thank you for reading. 

Have You Ever

Have you ever thrown a baby watermelon from a dead vine onto the street as hard as you can? 

Have you ever bought a lovely handmade spearmint bar of soap only to be driven to tears by the strength of the odor when you get it in your shower stall?

Have you ever juiced a carrot?

Have you ever wondered what happened to the giant tiles in office buildings when you see one is cracked?

Have you ever spent an hour trying to train your muscles to move your toes individually?

Have you ever jumped into a public fountain? 

Character Sketch #14

The confetti pattern on her skirt matches the heart design on her shirt. Her four miniature ponytails bounce with the rhythm of her backside hitting the glass as she dances to the music blasting overhead. She hasn’t a care in the world. 

His jorts have nothing on Kevin Smith’s, but still, they’re rather large. He slaps his right palm against his left first as he walks alone. Who is he thinking of: someone he loves, someone he hates, or no one at all?

He trails behind his mother and his two older sisters, twisting the small GameStop bag around his wrist as he walks. Twisting and twisting, round and around. At least you got to go to GameStop, little boy. 

She has a massive overbite, a cool-toned floral top, and a huge diamond on a delicate silver chain around her neck. The rock nestles itself into the hollow at the base of her throat, sparkling its not-so-little heart out. 

She cuts her eyes away from the boy walking the opposite way. Because he’s cute or because he’s not? Only her own eyes can make that personal decision. He may simply be too young: dismissed for his age without a chance to redeem himself. 

Filling It In

blankly staring
at the blank page
drawing a blank

then filling it in
with words upon words
phrases; sentences

no, it isn’t right
it isn’t perfect
it doesn’t sing

crumpling it all up
to start again
with a blank page