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Breaking Fingernails Off on Hardwood Floor
It’s funny… Usually when you wake up on the living room floor with your nails all jaggedly broken off, you would be looking around for the culprit. For me, it’s as simple as remembering back to w...
Like Thread Passing Through a Needle
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about this quote I underlined in Journey to the End of the Night by Louis-Ferdinand Celine…The best thing to do when you’re in this world, don’t you agree, is t...
Expletive
I slept with him again. After declining months of his invitations dressed up as come-ons, I finally gave in. I don’t know why. Like many other times before, he told me he was passing through town...
The Attempt That Was Made
i. ryoko you weren’t even talking to me by the time i tried to kill myself that year. the first push happens around my birthday, when, for reasons unknown, your boyfriend, colin, dumps you uncere...
God's Scissors
I am going to die. Even though I’m only about 6 years old and my life has barely started, I am certain of it. His hand of burred skin already covering my mouth and nose, he leans hard on my windp...
It Wasn't Me, I Wasn't Even There
If anyone asks…it wasn’t me. I wasn’t even there. My defense….my paltry, paltry defense…my cage of denial. Went out to spend the weekend with that guy I went on a date with…Before I even went, I ...
Fireworks vs Shrapnel
“You’re so easy.” I hate that he says that to me…but, ironically, it’s the way he’s gotten me undressed the fastest. A crack of a cap gun at the start of the race. A bugle call for the sun coming...
An Interruption of My Reverie
I am standing in the kitchen of a cottage I don’t recognize. The kitchen is a rich blue with pops of yellow gingham. Daffodils in a cobalt vase. Curtains that actually complement the walls. Coppe...
The Burlesque Dance of Relationships
Last night, he offered me his arm to hold. We were on the street in a white out. I grabbed on, as we slid our feet over sidewalks greased with the sludge of the people who shuffled there before ...
Dandelions Growing Through the Cracks
“Please, mom, don’t let me get shot-I don’t want to die yet.” My 8 year old begs me this as we are running to the exit of the mall. The crowd blurs around us. I can’t pick out individual people-o...
Pinkie Promise with the Devil
We are all dressed in Sunday best the day you nearly run us over with your car. Your nicest clothes are dark olive Dockers like mechanics wear & a plaid button down shirt, but you still reek ...
Tracklist for the Ruining of Young Girls' Lives
I’ve been thinking about the day you shot the cow in the yard. I had a Fisher Price tape recorder as a child, all primary colors and thick, chunky plastic parts. It was my favorite toy when I was...
Necessary Fodder
From time to time, I still think about the others I met in the hospitals and crisis centers, in the lowest points of our lives. And I wonder if they’re ok. I wonder if they beat the statistics of...
The Strange Tale of P. Mooney & the Impoverished Children
The 80s education system loved a puppet. I don’t know why, but back then, the teachers often used puppets to teach us morals and anti-drug messages in our tiny, rural school. We had a whole progr...
Book Description
I’ve been an author at OD since 2000…I’m not ready to abandon ship at OD, as my whole youth is laid out there…But I am looking for other authors/readers that are not judgy-wudgy boomers, incels or insipidly boring minutiae posters.