’tis the season…already..what?
Deck the halls way too early Fa la la la la, la la la la. ’tis the season to be wacky Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our shop apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la. Troll the fragrant […]
starting with the woman in the mirror
She was no Charlie’s Angel. She had always wanted to be. Honestly, the clothes and hair were a bit too retro but the overall flair was cool. Being part of a collective, a female collective was something to dream about. Of course, the local gang girls had […]
Friday the 13th and breaking news alerts
I grew up in a superstitious Hispanic family that just dreaded Friday the 13th. We tended to avoid going anywhere on such a day. Then I grew up. And guess what. I still dread Friday the 13th. My beloved most awesome dog died on a Friday the 13th. […]
It’s Friday: Sometimes you just have to kick the can
I was just in the shower when I was humming The Cure’s most horrific, banal song “It’s Friday I’m in love.” How did the Cure go from goth to sap? Mind boggling. Anyway, once I noticed I was humming that I tried to change my ear worm. Then […]
Five raccoons cross my path: bits of random living
Flickering darkness Five scurrying raccoons cross my path Surprisingly not a scream could be heard Yip, yip, yippee Ringing bells The microwave and coffee maker insanely beep The throat is soothingly coated Yip, yip, yippee Morning zombie Stepping on floor crumbs and legos Lovingly still walk […]
When you’ve got no words: Tears of Joy
At the end of each year, I look forward to the year-end reviews, lists and retrospectives. It’s silly but I enjoy going down short-term memory lane. One thing that I look forward to is the selection of the Time Person of the Year as well as the selection […]
Whose bubble was it?
Once upon a time she lived in a bubble. Not a warm, fuzzy bubble like a Mayberry town. Once upon a time she lived in a dark, suffocating bubble that seemed like it would burst at any point. The temperature ran hot inside that bubble leaving one’s skin […]
Were they hijacking her soul?
Every night, after hours of burrowing herself in the library hoping for a better life, she would cut through the cemetery. Her mom repeatedly warned her that one day the evil spirits would hijack her backpack and take hold of her soul if she kept walking that path. However, […]
Somethings gotta give
I have reached my wall Tired, more tired and then some My bones don’t know whether they are coming or going My mind can’t process anymore jibberish Into a ditch I will fall My face feverishly numb I am all but a drawing My qualms havs become cartoonish […]
Ornate dining and its inauthentic self
During my travels it is often quite an adventure deciding where to eat. Does one pick a popular restaurant? Perhaps a place that serves a cuisine one has never had. Other times it is just a matter of expediency. For me I always want something authentic but what […]
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