Another circle round, wobbly on my skates, and the DJ said the magic words, "Requests open."
Another circle round, wobbly on my skates, and the DJ said the magic words, "Requests open."
The tower speakers blared “My Generation.” “Pinball Wizard” followed.
"Grab the fence," he said. So I did.
Mom wouldn’t let my sister and me have a pet. After futile letters to Santa, we were told he couldn’t give gifts in contravention of one’s parents’ wishes.
Four dirt roads converge a quarter mile up the hill from my house. In August the dust gets so dry at the crossroads that I can see every track.
We flew down a country road on his 175cc Honda, roared up a hill, missed a curve, climbed an embankment and went airborne above a fallow field.
“I have to leave,” I tell my sister. We are in my room, the plywood of my floors exposed and my walls still unpainted.
When I was a kid, my mother never ate with us. She waited until we left the table to pick from our plates with her fingers.
The cards fell like rain, but my eyes followed them, steady.
She sneaks over, an 85-year old kid with a secret.
Leandro approaches me in the street, holding his skateboard. I want to avoid him.
I was glad Dad couldn’t read expressions when he slid a disheveled birthday present across my kitchen counter.
“Every home needs a cornerstone ….” So began our music teacher’s original composition, which closed out the first half of our choir’s holiday show.
Grandma agreed I would drive.
Mom said we had five minutes before we had to board the ferry, so we lingered on a stony beach.
My husband’s olive drab kit bag with its sturdy straps, heavy-duty fasteners, locking flap, pocket name tape, and distinctive smell was the focal point of the room . . .
The weed high parches my mouth, means I see you in parts: freckled cheekbones, the curve of bicep at the sleeve of your indie rock band tee.
There’s a sign on this bus: Depression in men looks different. Call this number for help.
The nuns ruled us with rosary beads and yardsticks.
While playing billiards with my compadre, a boy approached and placed his hands on the table.