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May 29, 2023

Chapter 3

A few nights later, Mark and Maisie were watching TV and digesting their dinners after long days at work. They finished their new episode of TV and Mark was watching random YouTube videos while M...


May 29, 2023

Chapter 2

The next day, at work, Maisie’s coworker Ted Chang came into the lab where she was working, buttoning up his lab coat over his black henley and yellow jeans, his fine straight black hair swooping...


April 27, 2023

Friendsgiving Chapter One

“Well, I thought that was a successful party, right?” Mark Middleton reached around Maisie’s waist and gave her a squeeze. She froze, then wiggled away. “Yeah, I think everyone had fun.” He tried...


August 27, 2017

skipping breakfast

I get up too late, after three times hitting the snooze. I head into the bathroom, make a face at my funny hair in the mirror, skip the shower. I smell fine. Every evening, I have good intentions...


I thought I saw your face once, looking down into the pond. I thought I saw your nose, your hair, clipped too short because you hate how it curls, your glasses, your eyes, brown with green but th...


March 24, 2017

Knitting

They sit around the fireplace, working on socks in green wool. Army issue. Everyone must do their part. A blonde woman, with silver streaks in her hair and a young smile but old eyes, quietly gui...


Knitting Chemistry Anatomy Physiology Movies Reading Performing music Listening to music Walking Cooking


March 19, 2017

a chapter of loathing

I couldn’t deal with my boss anymore. I think that if one starts fantasizing about punching one’s boss, really gets into it and visualizes what her stupid fat face would look like before, during,...


March 17, 2017

things worth saving

My favorite book when I was younger Love letters, even the ones from an ex First knitting project Failed art projects Tax forms Letters from Grandma Possible proof of extraterrestrial life The w...


March 10, 2017

untittled

I thought she was so cool. The first time I met her, we were in this little cafe on campus, in the basement of the humanities building. It was finals week, June, and sweltering hot outside, but n...


She took the train in to school every morning. Well, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, she didn’t have class, so she worked at the Starbucks close to home. On Monday...


March 05, 2017

a chest of childhood

As someone says, you can’t go home again. I sat down at my childhood desk and looked at my childhood books. I had just graduated college and had to move back home, as I didn’t have a job lined up...


February 22, 2017

10 images

Write about ten images that come to mind: “My home makes me think of:” My home makes me think of my husband, who is pissing me off. I find his video gaming so frustrating! He has headphones on, a...


January 10, 2017

jobs

“Make a list of the 10 most unusual jobs you are interested in.” 1.) Itinerant apiarist 2.) Midwife 3.) Owner of a used bookstore / coffee shop 4.) Lady locksmith (I even have an ad line worked o...


September 13, 2016

the birdcage

“write from the point of view of a birdcage whose occupant recently died” I wonder, sometimes, if they know what they leave behind. Some shit, some newspaper, some millet and seeds. How aware are...


July 29, 2016

stretching

She drives home from working third shift at the cheese factory, stretches, has a morning beer in front of her small television, in her small apartment, in her small town. Her life is small. She t...


I grew up in a very musical household. That is, classical music. And Broadway musicals and the Beatles and lots of Manhattan Transfer. I know some parents let their kids pick what they listened t...


March 13, 2016

a gentler sport

doctor says hockey is damaging his spine What do you do when something you love is causing you harm? How do you give it up? I’m a bit of an aberration: I only started playing hockey at the age of...


January 15, 2016

one

I knitted this hat earlier this year, so I chose it as my object because I have a more intimate knowledge of it than most other objects in this room. It is two knitted hats sewn together at the ...


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