28 March, 2017
I can not stand. I try for five minutes while he is in the shower. I know his schedule, the preciseness of his timing, how he shaves first, filling the sink with water while lathering his face, then turning off the water. It’s a safety razor and has been since the day I tried to use his razor blade.
He starts with his neck, moving from the right to the left, then does his chin, then his upper lip. He then moves the razor to his left hand and does his left cheek. Putting the razor back into his right hand, he shaves his right cheek. He then lets the water drain as he dries his face.
He turns on the shower, then cleans the whiskers from the sink. From the time he turns the shower on, I will have nine minutes before he will turn off the water and reach for his towel. (more…)
21 March, 2017
Where Angels Fear to Tread
I want to say it should be funny. Irony is the advanced sort of humor, a dark way of looking at life and finding it funny. Irony is the calling card of the cynics. It just somehow never strikes me as funny.
My best friend is a cynic. My husband is a romantic. Yet, they both adore irony. My husband would argue that’s because they are flip sides of the same coin, that a cynic is just a romantic who has been beaten down enough by life or love to accept certain bitter realities. Or that the romantic hasn’t been beaten down enough. But perhaps that is irony. And I don’t appreciate irony. (more…)
7 March, 2017
When I wake up, I find myself alone in the house. This should not be surprising, as I was alone when I fell asleep. The days are beginning to grow longer again and the sun is still bright and high in the sky as it approaches five.
I have somehow stumbled into a life that should not belong to me. This should be his life, going to sleep among the fruits of labor and waking to find an unfinished day beckoning beyond the window.
I’m thinking about the phone call I received before I went to sleep. Would it have been a different conversation if Bruce had been here for the call? Would I have reacted differently? Shouldn’t this be happening to him and not to me? Maybe that’s why I retreated into sleep in the first place. (more…)
1 March, 2017
a different corner
by rebecca logan
© Sun Devil Stories, Autumn 2005
it ought to be easy, it ought to be simple enough
“Kitty’s back,” I say to the others as they argue. I turn to look as Luke rolls his eyes and yells at me.
“We’re not playing any Springsteen songs. Especially not really fucking obscure ones. How many times have I got to tell you that?”
“I’m not arguing with you about what song to play, dumbshit,” I yell back. “Your girlfriend just walked in the door.” All four of them look towards the door and see Kitty standing in the doorway, looking a bit lost and extremely out of place.
“Great. Just what we need,” I hear Kirsten mutter under her breath. (more…)
20 February, 2017
mira a los ojos
by bruce yale
reprinted from short shorts – january 2006
“Mira a los ojos.”
“You gotta look in the eyes, man. Look in the eyes.”
“I know what it means, Martín. I’ve taken enough Spanish to at least know that. But what the hell are you talking about?”
It was the first day of Psych, Freshman year at Pac. Martín and I were coming out of the building along with the other hundred students. Martín had suddenly started to babble to me. That’s how it started. Martín was babbling. Martín was always babbling. (more…)
11 February, 2017
You must remember this.
A kiss is so much more than a kiss, everything and nothing all at once, time slipping into your soul and through your hands. A kiss is a hope, a possibility, a step, a dream, a gift, a reach, a death, everything and nothing. A kiss is just a kiss or so the song would have us believe.
You must remember this. (more…)
29 January, 2017
Night Falls Fast
I hold on.
We all hold on in some way or another, grasping at things just beyond our reach, trying to keep everything close when we know in the end that Yeats was right, that things fall apart, the centre can not hold. But we still hold on. Because there is nothing better that we have been taught and we all do what we have learned. And this is what I have learned. (more…)