1. Every morning and evening, on my way to work and back, I walk past e.e. cummings’ childhood home. I would say the house is beautiful, but I can hardly see it over the twelve-foot tall wooden fence outlining its property, bearing on one wall a small, nondescript sign: “Former home of e.e. cummings.” I’m [...]
The day began cloudy, and the high was fifty-four degrees. I opened all the windows in our apartment and threw on long underwear and a sweater.
October I love you.
Small pleasures: previously-owned clothing (one dollar), the colors navy and orange near one another, and a china set that is far too nice for my income bracket [...]
The first boy who ever liked me would pinch his forearm when he talked to me. Pinch, pinch, pinch, over and over as if he were in a dream. I’d watch it out of the corner of my eye, curious and kind of terrified. His hair was the color of new car headlights. His eyes [...]
“I thought you said you were going to put his entire head in your mouth.” “What? No way, that’d be disgusting!” “That’s what you said — I thought you could do that.” “No, no, I just put part of his head in my mouth.” “Can you try this time, for the picture?” “Uh, I don’t [...]
Someday, I will stop being a tool by reading the poetry that is prescribed to me by Garrison Keillor, Ltd. But until that day, you must endure every single awesome thing that reaches my inbox.
“A Disappointment,” By Louis Jenkins:
The best anyone can say about you is that you are a
disappointment. We had higher expectations of [...]