Memories of crooked rain

I asked her once how she could smoke a cigarette and still taste so sweet. She just smiled and said “I’m cool like that.” I laughed, pulled her close but not close enough. I needed her inside my insides, her soul in my soul. And that’s what love is. The feeling of needing to be…

Letting Go of Ghosts

She lived with us in that old house I grew up in, I know that now. She seemed to come and go, though I never saw her. And when we went, when we moved out after all those years and headed up north, I heard her silently pleading, screaming don’t go. I froze, alone in…

Let’s see who falls in love

Milena was my partner for the ice breaker. I was fine with Milena, but I had my eyes on Agnieska, or Kate. We had to share our most memorable experience as teachers. The one where we deeply touched a student, I guess. I guess the point was to get us in the mood for touching…

Creative Watermelon

The game of Creative Watermelon is not a complicated one. It’s simply a matter of lying on your back on your father’s bed and staring up at the popcorn ceiling to see what kinds of shapes you find up there. It’s a lot like looking up at the clouds in the sky, only the ceiling…

Rachel doesn’t

Rachel is going to call tonight. This is a big deal. I will have to be on my game. There must be charm, exuberance, a certain joie de vivre, as the French say. I don’t know what this means, I’ve just heard they say it, and it sounds good in my head. Something to shoot…

Hope calls

Friday Night The phone rings. I hate it when it does that. I answer anyway. “Walt?” “Yes.” “Hi. Umm…” I blink. Wait. “I just wanted to call. My name’s Hope.” I’m sitting on my bed, facing the window. I check the clock on my nightstand, wonder where my ride is. We’re going to be late. “Okay…”…

The underlying theme

In the film version, this scene starts with a close shot of a white ball on a green tee, a one-wood whooshing and clinking solidly, a ball soaring off towards the green. In this version, the real one, the club head comes in too high, conks the top of the ball, ball dribbles thirty yards…