What to say to a grave...

to the person in the grave...

to a memory.

You don't have to be best friends to affect someone's life.

I think about you more now that you're gone than I did when you were still here.  Maybe that makes me a bad person.… Read full post »

Laura had worked at the diner on 6th street for going on eight years now, and had been a cashier for fourteen.  She liked to tell customers that she had been cashiering since before she was legal to work.  Laura loved the diner.  She especially loved it at lunchtime. &nbs… Read full post »

I got my first tattoo last week. I went with my sister who already had two and said that they didn't hurt at all.  I've always wanted a tattoo, but I am not the type of girl to just go get a flower on her hip because it's the cool thing… Read full post »

Much has happened since my absence from OS and I think it's about time to get these keys tapping again.  As I logged on today I saw that my last post was about the homeless (not homeless?) wandering boy (man?) I see walking past my house on a weekly (daily?) basis.… Read full post »

On days he rides a bycicle he wobbles back and forth over the white line on the side of the road.  The wheels tick as if one of the spokes is broken, but everyone who sees him knows it won't get fixed--at least, not by him.  Who knows if he will… Read full post »

 Note: I don't mean to make this post identical to recent ones by WK; I was simply struck by what was written and wanted to write down my own similar thoughts and compare. 

I don't believe in love at first sight.  At least, I thought I didn't.  It has never made sense… Read full post »

tender stalks rise
as if trying to stand
on the tippy-toes
of their roots.
they sprout from damp
dark soil, smelling
of rain and earth
and springtime,
leaves facing upward,
waving to the sun
and sky,
toddlers shouting
look at me
look at me.

their pots are shiny
ceramic wrapping paper
to match… Read full post »

 I hate to be so vain as to worry about appearance and status, but I cannot lie and say that they do not matter to me.  Coming from an upper middle-class family, and being a student at a private university, I have learned that impressions are important, and an appealing appearance… Read full post »

With a roar the Mustang zoomed past, the horsepower beneath the hood embodying the silhouette on its grill. It rumbled, shifting gears, picking up speed. Designed as a throwback to past makes and models, the car screamed classic as its shine and more modern aspects so obviously made it/… Read full post »

 She always spends at least half an hour in the bathroom before bed.  It's her routine, her opportunity to wind down from the day.  She has a specific order of events that she practices without variation: floss, brush, rinse, contacts, makeup remover, face wash.  It's a mindless p… Read full post »

It was the tell-tale red circle, puffing and blemishing my otherwise smooth skin, that first tipped me off.  A mosquito bite in the worst of places; it seemed like it had been strategically placed on the inner side of my foot--in a perfect position to be irritated by a shoe, yet unscra… Read full post »

     “Cool, just go ahead and destroy my yard,” he said as she plucked more grass for her glass jar.      

She smiled at him but didn’t address his sarcasm, just dropped a few thin twigs in with the grass.  He poked at his made-… Read full post »