“Let’s do choices” by Sasha at her desk

Tuesday July 25, 2017
5 minutes
The Home Depot ad

If I bought you a popsicle, I’d buy you a rocket. I’d hold it for you, so that as you ate it in the thick heat, none would drip onto your shirt. It’s white. That’s the real gift. I wouldn’t mind if my hands got sticky. I might not even wash them. I might save the stick until the night, when I’d spend a bit of time with them before crawling into bed. I’d have to wash my sheets, but it would be worth it.

““Ha, ha, we’re all in this together” faces” by Julia in Brooklyn

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
5 minutes
from http://www.flare.com/health/monica-heisey-tried-it-sweat-your-ass-off-fitness-class/

-It’s sweltering and sticky and I’m covered in mosquito bites, Paul.
-So you don’t like it here?
-No, I don’t like it here, I’m the worst version of myself here.
-But you love to scratch!
-I like to be scratched, I do not like being kept awake BECAUSE I’m scratching.
-I don’t seem to have any…
-Well why don’t you brag about it, Paul, because they seem to have forgotten the code. I even have them on my fucking face.
-What’s the code?
-I don’t know, the one that states they can’t violate me completely by biting me everywhere on my body and also my face.
-I don’t get it.
-I wouldn’t expect you to.
-Are you going to be able to handle another night?
-Well we’re here aren’t we?
-Yeah, we’re all in this together, huh?
-Mhm. You, me, and the mosquitoes.

““Ha, ha, we’re all in this together” faces” by Sasha on the porch at Joe Creek

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
5 minutes
from http://www.flare.com/health/monica-heisey-tried-it-sweat-your-ass-off-fitness-class/

The butter isn’t cold enough. Your Mom is reading Oprah’s magazine (a Christmas issue from 2011) on the couch and I call to her, “This’ll only take about ten minutes!” There’s no way I’ve fooled her. No way. I’ve got all the ingredients lined up on the counter. You and your father will return in approximately forty five minutes from fishing and expect lunch. I made it sound like baking a pie was no biggie but, truth be told, it’s a huge biggie, the biggest biggie. I’ve never made a pie. That’s a lie. I’ve made a pie, what idiot hasn’t made a pie? I’ve never made a crust.

Why must the butter be cold, you ask? While I’m not a profesh baker, I am a profesh scientist. Not really. We use cold butter because butter is made of yummy fats and water. When the pie goes into that sexy preheated oven the water evaporates quickly and creates that sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this flaky pie crust.

“Foul language” by Julia on her couch

Sunday, June 14, 2015
5 minutes
overheard at Kits Beach

Am I out of control?
That’s a line that took me over one whole minute to craft. I wrote “Am I” without even knowing I was doing it. That one’s the easy one. It’s narrowing down the second part that’s really work. I thought for a whole minute before I wrote “out of control”. I don’t know why that took so long. Why it felt that precious. I couldn’t just outright ask. It needed some dancing around the subject first. It needed some profound introspection. A) because I needed to make sure I really wanted to ask it. And B) because I needed to make sure I wanted to hear the answer.

“Foul language” by Sasha at Jericho Beach

Sunday, June 14, 2015
5 minutes
overheard at Kits Beach

The dust settles and we shake pinkies
The gentlest touch
The ladybug crawling across the window pane
In the afternoon sun the lazies settle in
I try to paint your toenail pink but
failure is inevitable
You dig your feet into the earth where the hostas multiply
Pour me another cup of cold brew
You already have my heart
You’re already winning
James Taylor on the record player
A braid in my hair from three days ago
I sit on the peeling black paint of the deck
And a hornet
Bursting the bubble of sunshine and gentle