“I pretty much forgot my birthday even happened.” by Julia on her bed

Thursday April 9, 2020
1:08pm
5 minutes
from a text

It was a long time ago now
since March trudged along
mud in the eyes where the
clear lines were supposed
to meet

Our last great gathering
in our first great home
was on a leap year and
we huddled mostly in two
rotating circles leaping
from one normal to another

there is no real rule about
the leap year except that it
is a bonus day and one we
like to remember, no matter
how much leaping takes place

The wine flowed, the beer
chilled, the conversations
hovered over the baked brie
stuffed high with mushrooms
and dates and red onions

The friends toasted to my
new age, this year of me
that would always be mine
especially if celebrated
and cemented in time on
the boundless month that
every four years spills
over into the next

“As I held his hand he would have tremors and small jerking movement” by Sasha at the CSI Coffee Pub


Wednesday February 5, 2014 at the CSI Coffee Pub
11:32am
5 minutes
Learning To Love You More
Harrell Fletcher & Miranda July


Don’t stop the music comin’, baby. Gimme that Louis Armstrong, the one with the blue sleeve. Bring me the cantaloupe, would ya? CeeCee cut one up and it’s in the fridge.

God. I love this song, baby, come and hold my hand and let’s just listen and forget about all the other things, the bad things.

Take your vitamins, baby, because you only get one body and you only get one chance at life. Your mother believes in that reincarnation but it’s a load of crap. She let’s herself off the hook with that. I don’t think tattoos are a good idea but if I did, and if I had to get one, a gun to my head or somethin’, it would be “Carpe Diem”.

You know what that means?

Good.


It’s juicy. Hard to find a juicy cantaloupe in February.