Her son was a metalhead. He was bald, with a long beard, and wore Sepultura and Dying Fetus shirts. We were "friends" by default through work and other random connections. Although we were the same age, he was technically my boss. So, when he'd asked me to go to lunch, I always agreed. I'd awkwardly … Continue reading The Hoarder
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Hello You
I could have sworn we had made amends, well, maybe not amends but a type of loose truce. To stay out of each other's business, but there's something about these days. Time is moving faster and slower all at once. This old version of myself rearing her lonesome heart. Missing my family, the ones off … Continue reading Hello You
Karen Sighting
I'd just finished picking up a couple things from the grocery store for my friend's baby shower. I was adding the destination to my phone when I heard a violent bang on the passenger window. It was a woman, seemingly foaming at the mouth and throwing her cracky noodle arms all over the place. She … Continue reading Karen Sighting
Monsoon
I wanted the wind before the storm, it was always my favorite, So I created the wind. I let it rage and let it roam through each part, picking up dust and throwing it through the old lead windows. How easy I think as it moves effortlessly through and out of the house I swore … Continue reading Monsoon
House Call
“What the fuck are you doing here?”I must have blacked out or something. I guess not completely out of character but when I came to I was standing in the middle of a hollowed out tree and it was dark and freezing. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body feeling bare skin, wondering … Continue reading House Call
Old Friend
I hadn't seen her in a long time, so we made a date to catch up at a new bar in north Austin. We grew up together raising hell, but we both settled down after her rehab and my new admittance to university. Not that she was worse off, I had spent my time in … Continue reading Old Friend
Sliding Scale Therapy
"I wasn't sure you were coming today," she was startled at the site of me when she rushed past with a bowl full of chili. Smelt good. "Margaret, just ring me when she's done paying and we can get started," she winked at me. I missed my last appointment and I don't blame her for … Continue reading Sliding Scale Therapy
Tarot Bully
It was New Year's Eve. "Mom, just pick a card!" She looked terrified. "It's just tarot, you can make whatever you want of it." She looked away from me, nose high, "I don't want to, it's just not my thing." "Well, it's kinda my thing. Don't you want to step out of your box for … Continue reading Tarot Bully
“Leave your Wife”
"Hey Mel." You whispered in my ear from behind, I was alone at the bar writing. I didn't turn around. I shut my eyes and all our memories flashed quickly, emotions tagged along. Excitement, fear, despair, resentment, longing. I opened my eyes and reached for your hand over my shoulder. Your touch, a wave … Continue reading “Leave your Wife”
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 