I thought I had to take a break from book thrifting and used book sales for the summer since I left San Francisco. But, today accompanying my sister on a trip to the Salvation Army and Goodwill for a retro bomber jacket for a 90s party this weekend, I stumbled upon an amazing book deal.… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Monday Gains!
I hope you die. That was the last thing you said to me. And then I did. My heart just shriveled up and crumbled like ashes. But unlike the Phoenix or Jesus, it didn’t rise again. Instead, I was pronounced dead and buried a week later. I was buried in the beautiful blue prom dress… Continue reading Last Words.
He couldn’t see her in the tiny storage closet, but he could smell her. She smelled like home. Not his home, which reeked of greasy pizza boxes and inside-out underwear, but home. She smelled of sweet pea body wash and the mint chocolate-chip gum she always kept a pack of in her purse. That was… Continue reading In a Storage Closet in Paris.
He rolled over away from her, the thick and damp lint-invaded plaid fleece clinging to his naked, red, sweaty rolls. He liked to light a cigarette after their sessions to push the musty and personal smell of body parts out of the room. After the first anxious drag of the hot mesmerizing tobacco, his stomach… Continue reading Different Drugs.
After anxiously sitting and listening through classes until 6:25 pm with my concert ticket snugged away in my purse next to me, it was time to head to the Oracle to see Chance the Rapper on his concert stop in Oakland for his Be Encouraged Tour. A breezy bus ride, a Bart hot and stuffed… Continue reading Saw an Angel at the Oracle Arena Last Night (Na, Na, Na, Na).
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
Second Saturdays are the best Saturdays. They are better than First Fridays and are the only Saturdays I will get out of bed before noon. The second Saturday of each month, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library group opens the doors to their book haven and sells all of the used/new angels for… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Second Saturdays are the Best Saturdays!
Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.
INT. Diner – Day Zika: Spirit, what is love? Spirit: (sings) what is love, baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, no more. Zika: Spirit. Spirit: don’t hurt me, no mo- Zika: Spirit! Spirit: What?! Zika: I asked you a question. Spirit: What is the question? Zika: I said what is love? Spirit: (sings) what… Continue reading Haddaway.
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.