The summer before my freshman year of college. I’m working as waitstaff for a catering company in my hometown. Tonight’s wedding is at Turner Hill, a brick mansion overlooking a golf course. It’s crowded and hot; I’m wearing a full black tuxedo and sweating thoroughly. I’m also eyeing an attractive, curly-haired man working at the …
It’s been two weeks since my first post about Hazelnut, and four weeks since the day I started rehabbing him. That means it’s also been four weeks since I’ve slept through the whole night. My alarms are all set at 4 am, 5 am, 6 am, depending on when I fed him the night before. …
Sestinas are one of my favorite types of poems because they are absolutely wacky and have an absurd number of strict rules. These include: 1) six stanzas, six lines each, with one final triplet, 2) each stanza has the same six words at the end of their six lines, 3) the order of these end …
It’s weird when September arrives and you find yourself NOT doing the things that you always used to do at this time of year, like choosing a cute notebook at Staples that will definitely keep you organized this time around or revisiting your favorite late-night restaurants at 2 am or negotiating with your roommates for …
On this last day of summer, I count coins. I sit on my childhood bedroom carpet and dump out a few hundred dirt-caked nickels and pennies and dimes and some broken rubber bands. When I was younger, my weekly $3 allowance came in the form of coins. My dad gave me his stash of colorful …