I'm not dying...I' m Valedictorian |
"I hesitate to say this...mmmm...name," says the man on the phone. His voice is shaky, pitchy, with a unpredictable rhythm to it. He reminds me of the chemistry geek fro... Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 05:12:00 GMT |
Pretty Radiant |
Today, I was told I looked pretty. I wore silly hoop earrings and oversized Jackie O. glasses. Sequins studded my reproduction rodeo skirt. What was it that made m... Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 15:44:00 GMT |
Return of the Prodigal Daughter |
I leave in the morning from the post-Soviet airport made of cement and white washed paint. It's like a prison, cold and damp with guards in gray suits, stiff hats, and mean stares.
Last n... Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 23:41:00 GMT |
Drive-Thru Dreams |
Dreaming about home is a sure sign of being homesick. It's what I've been dreaming about that is most suprising. I thought I'd be in techni-color fantasies of flowers, gardens, the softnes... Posted by on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:03:00 GMT |
Stranger in a stranger land |
Not being able to speak has made my mind wander, fret, worry over everything back at home. I took a dusty, post-Soviet bus to what they call the "Vatican City." I stared out the windows at... Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 08:42:00 GMT |
Revolution of the Puppets |
Vahe's mother is shooting him in the ass with antibiotics and novicane in the other room. The French doors are shut, locking me into the study until the ordeal is over. He's been sick for ... Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 01:39:00 GMT |
"I am a Whore" |
I've been in Yerevan for several days now, attempting to unravel, unwind a culture I don't quite understand. Men in leather, black jackets smoke and stare with stony eye... Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 06:56:00 GMT |
Suitcases and Sex Toys |
I still haven't packed, but I've thought about it. I've thought about what goes up above, what goes underneath, what gets tucked, or carried on. I've made a list of book... Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:11:00 GMT |
Suitcases |
I'm leaving in a few days for Armenia - a place I have no background on, other than a lovely, dramatic friend of mine lives there. I haven't packed yet. Rolling up tight... Posted by on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 15:44:00 GMT |
The Bird and the Toilet |
My posting for book titles has not gone well: Until recently. Autumn's kids suggested several lucrative titles that may or may not best represent my work. However, they are clever, dredged... Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 18:12:00 GMT |