Her Beautiful Days
“Pick up the book, you idiot, pick it up and throw it through the window.”
Category: Writing
About writing
Harvey
“I’m not a tourist, I’m from Grand Rapids.”
An Escape
My wife’s lack of vocabulary was paralyzing me. No bread. No wine. No heady aromas. No clench within my chest when humbled by her practicality or attempts at empathy ever occurred.
We Lose and We Win
I was coming down off a serious high, and the police brought me into the drunk tank. It was a busy night and my howling while being raped by a female gorilla (yes, women rape other women) didn’t bring anyone to my rescue. Bruised and bloody in the morning and feeling sick the authorities discovered I was underage and with an abject apology tucked me into an upper scale dry-out clinic.
What Matters?
What matters? The stone or the throw?
How To Kill A Story
I realize now my teacher looked upon us with no hope. I don’t think she resented us but she didn’t pity us either. I don’t know, perhaps that judgment is rash but tell me, is finding a quote that fits our needs a bomb under the table or did she perhaps think we would read the entire discourse from which the quote came?