Litha – Summer Solstice – Aim High
June 20 is the Summer Solstice, known in the Celtic Tradition as “Litha.” In the Northern Hemisphere this is the […]
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Time in a Bottle
Time in a Bottle 1969 I hate the mother-fucking bastard. I wish he would just die and go away. Donna, please. You know I don’t like to hear that kind of talk. I don’t give a good goddamn. I hate the mother-fucker and want him out of my life. Who? Who do you hate? DAD! […]
Helms Bakery Truck
Helms Bakery Truck Christmas Vacation 1967 Suggested listening: With a Little Help from My Friends – single, by The Beatles One thing’s for sure, the munchies are hell; especially for me ‘cause I hate to eat anything. Food makes my stomach ache and feel all stuffy and puffy. But I always make an exception for […]
The Conversation Began Playfully
Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden [i] She sat on one end of the wooden bench. He sat on the opposite end. Where the other had come from neither knew. How long they had been sitting there neither wanted to know. They stared straight ahead. What either saw neither could have said. A song played softly. It […]
Forget Me Not
Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden[1] He pushed his cart slowly down the aisle, carefully noting the labels on the jars and cans. She hated shopping so he had always done it for the both of them; for her, really, he always shopped for her. That is, he only bought the foods she liked to eat. For […]
The Champion
by Sonja Griffing I stood on the 50-yard line with two rings in my hand. One was plain and ugly. Nicked and worn. Perfectly molded. Cold to touch. The other ornate and brilliant. Sparkling in the sun. Brand new. Burning my skin. They both wouldn’t fit. I weighed them in my palm and made a […]
Refrain
by Sonja Griffing “Be nice or leave.” Mother’s word echoed in the kitchen. Father dropped his fork and disappeared. “Be nice or leave.” I mouthed the words as Brother kicked the wall and faded away. “Be nice or leave,” she said to me. So, I went. “Be nice and leave,” I told her. Then, she […]
Be Nice or Leave
“Be nice or leave,” Lynne yells at me. “I didn’t invite you here so you could attack me for crap we did to each other in junior high.”“Billy wasn’t crap,” I say. “He was the love of my life.”“Junior high,” Lynne repeats. “We were twelve.”Lynne doesn’t know about my condition. I don’t know how to […]
Eternal Flame
She stretched her neck, searching the star-pocked heavens, and regretted the movement. She knew what the pain and stiffness and exhaustion meant; her time was coming fast. She allowed a tear to fall, heard the hiss as it touched her leg. Felt the relief it brought to her skin. She would leave so many tasks […]