Photo: “Hollywood Beach Boardwalk” by epitomized1, CC BY-SA 2.0 I had a little crick in my neck and she started rubbing my back, hard. I got goosebumps and something popped. That’s when she told me never to face pain head on./ If you don’t invest, you don’t get...
The notes of pineapple hit me like a cream pie in Anita Bryant’s bitchy face. It’s my last night in San Francisco, and I had to try visiting Castro before I left. It’s too late for museums and walking tours. I’m too tired from standing under convention center...
Photo: Aubrey Case “Order three-zero, you’re my hero!” The quirky words beckon me forward, and I mutter a quick thanks as I snag the brown paper bag from the counter. I am four, ten, seventeen, twenty years old eating my favorite food. There are neon signs and...
Photo: redjar, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons She keeps failing to twirl a baton. She knows I’m watching her. She doesn’t look embarrassed. Her apparent composure confounds me. Some move through their lives at ease. She looks about five years old. She doesn’t...
They told me you were extinct in the visitors center a little plaque with your name outside we gather under the overhang as you dole out oil lamps they say it was the way you flocked that made you so easy to hunt, I’d say it’s your nail polish in the middle of nowhere...
Photo: Petar Milošević, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons FORGET-ME-NOT – Memory always sees the loved ones in miniature.– Walter Benjamin, One-Street And Other Writings I struggle up an unwavering hour where the blue tile travels. Ko’k g’ish they call it. In...
