Tuesday January 31, 2017
“I had that bum tooth of mine finally go” she says, tapping the nub left inside her mouth. “I got over zealous, you could say. I got too comfortable with my routine and it turned me careless.” Lorna looks off into the distance for a while. I wait there, my finger hovering over the pause button. I don’t want to use battery while she drifts off but I don’t want to miss anything. It isn’t the first time it has happened. I remind myself of my privildge. I am desperate to know this woman and she is desperate to keep something for her for once. “Did I ever tell you about that joke poem? That joke poem about the–” She catches herself abruptly and her eyes dart around the room. I try not to move. I do anyway. I ask her, “is there something wrong?” She stares at me, nodding her head very slowly.
Saturday August 30, 2014 at Hunter’s Landing
Hunter’s Landing menu
Tawny lost her tooth at the supermarket and she’s really bummed about it, Kev. What are we supposed to do about the tooth fairy now? Cause she literally lost the tooth and the whole premise is that the tooth fairy takes the tooth and gives her a loonie. A loonie for a tooth, Kev, and now because she got knocked in the head by a box of Lucky Charms, she has no tooth. Some other kid probably has her bloody tooth and is making money on it right now. I mean, do we tell her the tooth fairy just has an intuition? Or do we shape her up for some good quality reality, and tell her that the tooth fairy will not be coming this time because rules are rules and she didn’t follow the protocol. I mean, this is the school of hard-knocks am I right? That girl has to learn sometime. She has to learn to be careful and not lose things of value! She has to learn to be more aggressive while looking for something that has value! She has to be more thoughtful of her surroundings and be more observant so that when one thing changes, ie, her tooth is now somewhere on the floor when minutes before the floor looked a different way, so that she can recognize when she needs to be on guard because consistency is like the thing before they have deja vu in The Matrix!
Saturday March 8, 2014
an interview with Barbara Kingsolver
More like a gun shot
More like a tooth being ripped from warm gums
More than a giant axe to the heart
More like a life being promised to another
More like heart ache with great similes
More like a dream that started off as a nightmare
More like a wish that turned into a threat
More like a canyon filled up with dirty lies
More like a soft spot being crushed with one squeeze
More like the crippling news of somebody’s end
More like the devastating sadness of ruining the last chance
More like the idiotic blindness from staring into an eclipse
More like a harsh word in the middle of a funeral
More like a meteor hitting the same place
More like a story being killed before its conclusion
Sunday October 13, 2013
The Unhealthy Truth
My dad told me when I was young enough to fuck up the way I did, but old enough to feel badly, that I should never forget to mix hard alcohol with orange juice or something. Straight vodka doesn’t go well with girls who think white rum is the same thing….
I had made that mistake when I was 15. Old enough to know better, young enough to try to be sneaky about it. I was carried home by both of my parents from a party at which I had blacked out and chipped part of my front tooth. I didn’t know I was making it easier for my tooth to be susceptible to further damage. Now 11 years later, the whole bottom half is completely missing from a car accident. I didn’t realize it till now that it was a vulnerable tooth and that I was the one who should be responsible. All from when I drank too much at a friend’s party while her parents were out of town. And all because I thought that the more you drink the better you feel. My mother was disappointed. More than angry, which, as usual, is always way worse. My dad, I think, was relieved. He was happy to do some parenting. He was happy I was learning those hard life-lessons while I was still interested in gaining their approval.