None of it looks like her – exactly. In the hospital, her skin is grey and cold. Her mouth is stretched wide from the breathing tube that runs like the Mississippi down to the Gulf of Mexico of her lungs. She is not completely unfamiliar, but the backdrop of the hospital room [...]
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The Tennessee Waltz
Posted in Story on June 5, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Things You Stole, and What Was Left Behind
Posted in Story on March 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My dad asked my sisters and I to tell him the worst thing a guy has ever done to us
And right after I went through the story about how you threw my head against the window on the driver’s side of my car
When I was 16
And how I thought for sure that I had shattered [...]
Snowmobiling on the Crow River
Posted in Story on March 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My dad’s snowmobile went through the ice last night. He took my brother and their 2 snowmobiles out on the Crow River by my place to ride around a bit before it got too dark. I had come home to my dad’s truck parked in the street and snowmobile tracks all over my yard, so I [...]
Below Zero and Flooding…
Posted in Story on February 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This morning I cleaned up after 2 floods before 7:30am:
1. The toilet upstairs overflowing and leaking through the bathroom ceiling below…again.
2. The coffee maker at work was set up for 2 pots…and nobody had stuck around to swap out the pots. So, I spent my first 10 minutes in the office soaking up an enormous puddle [...]
Buthday
Posted in Image, Story, Thought on November 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
When my youngest sister was a toddler, I used to call her Pikachu. Or Chu Chu. Or Pika. It’s been several years since then.
Sometimes birthday cards make me cry…
Neighbors
Posted in Story on July 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Mondays are one of my favorite days of the week. They go by fast and I am completely content to spend a night at home alone after a busy weekend. Today is a Monday. I rode my moto home from work, made dinner, did some crafting, and weeded my little garden out back. The weather [...]
Sixteen
Posted in Story on March 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The plane is stuffed full of artificial air that can’t decide what temperature to be. When it tilts, the sun pushes dull rays of heat in through the scratched, double layered plastic windows. It feels familiar and determined compared to the small stream of conditioned air that’s hitting me from the nozzle on the [...]
Winter Storm Warning in Effect
Posted in Story on February 25, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It is snowing. It is the first big, thick snow of the year. In an attempt to get ahead of it a little, I bundled up around 9:00pm and went outside to shovel what had accumulated on my driveway at that point, knowing tomorrow I will have to do it all over again. Hopefully there [...]
The Twang of Country Music
Posted in Story, Thought on February 25, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Waking up on a Sunday morning
To birds chirping
Slipping into your
Big boots
Running down Mike’s long driveway
He got the best papers in Wright and Carver County
Where we
Wanted to buy a farmhouse with a big yard
A huge garage
And a barn for tractors and big parties
Fingertips black from newspaper print
You start up the truck
We grab our coats,
Coffee and [...]
Walls
Posted in Story on February 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It is a no makeup night.
I am just skin under a tanktop, sweat dripping down the length of my sternum, gathering in tiny puddles across the small of my back. I push the hair off of my forehead with the back of my hand and examine what is left to paint on the surface in [...]
