The Rosebud Diner

The Rosebud Diner, circa 1994 Jessie was a waitress who would flirt with your ugly grandpa and make you refill the coffees. She’d say, “You know where it is!”in a dolly-with-cancer teeny voice. She caught the flat top of Lucky Sevens with a quarter during the lull between lunch and dinner, racking up just enough … Continue reading The Rosebud Diner

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The burnished tan ten speed coasted with a tick tick tick tick tick tick tick down the double hill of country road near Nesbitt’s Pond, and almost directly across Pine Hill.  I got to the road after a languid flat gray road leading to it, one which demanded a rest stop or die of dullness—so … Continue reading relationship advice

Bitches Be Trippin (or, ‘staring at a blue tribal tapestry settles my unease long enough to type’)

I accept the day like a polar bear floating on his back on the sky in the cobalt dusk. I shudder like a pearl colored petal, veined with tenderness as the rooftop gutters cascade yellow lava, freezing honeysuckle into volcanic forever-black. I drive, breathe, demand you: an electric feeder circuit swinging by the sides of … Continue reading Bitches Be Trippin (or, ‘staring at a blue tribal tapestry settles my unease long enough to type’)