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Tag: Yeah Write

At the Border

Two guards: one thin and quick, the other large and impassive. The quick one leafs through my passport, asks about plans, business dealings. He pockets my passport, smiling cruelly. The big one sighs, retrieves my passport for me and lets me through.

[This is my alternate answer to this week’s Yeah Write microstory challenge]

Posted on April 9, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly Fiction, Short storiesTags Prose, Short stories, Yeah WriteLeave a comment on At the Border
At the Party

At the Party

Who is it tonight? The quiet one, all darting eyes and monosyllables? The bore, spouting barely understood scientific theories? The smiler and nodder? The nerd? Maybe, just maybe, the interesting one?

Which version of myself showed up?

Oh, right, the distracted one.


Posted on April 8, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly True, Short storiesTags Prose, Short stories, Yeah Write3 Comments on At the Party
Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all

Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all

The 6-year-old teeters on the edge of the couch, gravity-defying plastic bag wings outspread. The 9-year-old folds her arms and declaims the stupidity of the enterprise. The 42-year-old enters and pauses, not sure whether to shut down the equation or just watch.


Posted on April 1, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly Fiction, Short storiesTags Kids, Prose, Short stories, Yeah Write5 Comments on Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all

First Draft

“Here, read this. Forty-two words.”

“Okay…” She reads. “I like it, but I don’t get where it says ‘explicably’.”

“I meant ‘inexplicably.'”

“Oh.”

“Did you get that it’s at a hospital?”

“Oh! No…” She reads again. “His leg is missing?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah!”


Posted on March 28, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly True, Short storiesTags Non-fiction, Prose, Short Story, Writing, Yeah WriteLeave a comment on First Draft
Davis, California

Davis, California

Eleven
poems about
my pitiful heartache.
I looked up at the end to see
no one. 

Somehow
my reading had emptied the joint.
I’m through with this city.
Or it with me.
Whichever.


[A mirror cinquain, inspired by Yeah Write’s March poetry slam.  I cheated a little by having three syllables on the first and last lines.]

Posted on March 17, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly True, PoemsTags Non-fiction, Poem, Yeah Write1 Comment on Davis, California
Authentic Italian

Authentic Italian

We’re waiting and joking anxiously outside the famous pizzeria. A meekly smiling man shuffles through, extending an upturned hand to each. A woman averts her nose. My hand stays in my pocket. Before leaving he frowns in genuine despair over his shoulder.


Posted on March 11, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly True, Short storiesTags Non-fiction, Prose, Short stories, Yeah Write3 Comments on Authentic Italian
The Beaten Way

The Beaten Way

We mixed it with coke and read aloud the only play we had with two copies. “Thrift, Horatio!” “To a nunnery, go!” We stumbled, spake, drew swords. Morning found retched scrambled eggs on my bedroom rug. No method in it but friendship.


Posted on March 4, 2015January 23, 2016Categories Mostly True, Short storiesTags Prose, Short stories, Yeah Write3 Comments on The Beaten Way
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