Skipping Church

Desert Rat Residency / Sept. 14, 2024

It was a good plan until it wasn’t. I mean, how were we supposed to know the church would send a statement of total donated money at the end of the month? How were we supposed to know the Catholic Church was a business and a religious entity. That piece of paper arrived in our mailbox and informed our parents that they had donated exactly zero dollars into the coffer. The church could smell our sin as if it was bacon fresh off the griddle. It allowed our transgressions to go on for exactly twenty-three days. And our parents were not happy about this ruse. Not one bit.

Fumble

Black & White literary magazine / May 23, 2024

I have said this phrase one million times throughout my life. Maybe two million. Fumble. When I drop something.

Fumble. When someone else drops something. Fumble.

When someone I don't even know in the store drops something. Fumble. Sometimes I do it in a loud narrator voice, sometimes quiet, but I always say it. I don't know when it started. I'm thinking middle school, when it was cool to point out mistakes. Was it ever cool? Honestly, I don't know if I will ever be able to stop.

Fuckuasaurus

Drunk Monkeys / Nov. 21, 2022

It was late. I was tired. I saw it how I saw it. And yes, I read it out loud as I saw it. He wouldn’t have even noticed if she didn’t snicker in the other room.

Girl with the Hair

Prose Online / Sept. 30, 2022

And there she is… My thoughts instantly stop the downward spiral of doom and gloom and focus on that blur that just whizzed by at the bottom of the hill/parking lot. It isn’t exactly her — the girl known as “The Girl With The Hair” — but her car.