January 2012
4 posts
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One for the Table Has Published My Food Photos! →
Check out the “I Love This Plate” photo gallery at the end of the page. Thanks, One For The Table!
December 2011
2 posts
How I Intend To Spend 2012
The year of twenty eleven is sadly almost over, It’s closing here and there, in Dubai and in Dover. But instead of making resolutions that I won’t keep, I intend to spend the next year among fluffy, baaing sheep.
Why would you do such a thing? you might ask, Because if there is no mold, I have nothing to cast. In 2012, I wish to reset the clocks and turn back the dial, So that I have enough...
November 2011
5 posts
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How To Stop Your Relationship From Getting Dill →
(I wrote this little play on words piece for a food website I love called One For The Table.)
Remember how umami always told you that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Well girls, this is How to Keep it Fraiche with Rosemary Garden and I’m here to reassure you that if you work with the ripe ingredients (all of which are outlined below), you will never have to play ketchup in your...
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October 2011
11 posts
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A Letter to My “Victims”
A fictionalized response to today’s headlines on the high school teacher, Stacy Schuler, who was sentenced to four years in prison for having sex with five of her students (http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/crime/2011/10/28/dnt-teacher-sex-verdict.wlwt?hpt=hp_t2).
Dear Springboro, Ohio,
Okay, okay. I admit I might have had a little too much Pinot Noir when my students paid me a late night...
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The Savoy →
Metazen published a story I wrote about a psychotic receptionist at The Savoy Hotel.
Snow White →
Once upon a time, a little bluebird with an awkward smile flew over to an unsuspecting princess and perched himself on her welcoming shoulder.
“Hello,” he said, again smiling awkwardly. Tilting his eyes, the bluebird studied the sides of her face: her white-as-snow skin, the lines outlining her red lips, the ebony black of her hair.
She looked over, unsure of where the voice came from. Sensing her...
Wonder Woman →
I tie a piece of yellow rope from my poppa’s garage around my toes as if it were my Magic Lasso. I wiggle each to feel the blood pulsate through all the veins that culminate there, from the tip of my pinky to the top of my toe, and as I tighten the rope, I feel the pressure more acutely. Preparing my body for supernatural powers is a complicated procedure, but it starts with forcing my...
Coco Chanel →
I had a daughter who was made of fresh water pearls. The labor was a breeze. Soon after her birth, she was strung together by me, the mother of pearls. We’d see imposters roll along the sidewalks, looking equally smooth and creamy. Authentic. But it was my daughter who would taste gritty between your teeth if you bit her, if you tested her, because she was born in the sea. Strong enough to bare...
Lauren Bacall →
There was a young teller at the bank whom I would visit religiously every Saturday morning, whether I was in need of a bank statement or not. She would look at me through the double-, maybe even triple-layered glass window with her sultry and inviting Lauren Bacall eyes. Behind this great, heavy barricade, her voice would delicately travel through the three circles to my tingling eardrums. She...
Mia Wallace →
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished ‘em well.
(She moves her feet slightly to the left and right, the stamina of her rhythm and cocaine swagger enough to keep her upright).
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle.
(The cameras and lights follow each one dancing, their twist contest moves, no less than entrancing).
“C’est la vie,” say the old folks. “It goes...
Marie Antoinette →
It will be seven years before she bears her first of four children. Twenty-three years of a strategically aligned marriage to a man who will never know how to love her. Truly. Twenty-three years until she and her husband will be wrongfully accused of and tried for treason. Twenty-three years until their heads will be severed from their bodies by a guillotine. But before the Revolution, before the...
September 2011
5 posts
Veronica Lake →
“What’s under your hair?” the man in the yellow suit said as he pointed towards the undulating sea of blonde that fell upon the right side of her face. Just as the ocean leaves a moving mark along a shoreline, so her hair drifted in and out of place, all the while never exposing her eye. This of course was quite puzzling to the man in the yellow suit.
He received from her just a...
Louise Brooks →
September 30, 1934
Dear Ms. Louise Brooks,
I think you’ll appreciate my honesty if I admit, right up front, that this is a love letter. A Diary of a Lost Girl, perhaps. My father told me once that if I wanted to master the art of glamour, I would have to study you. So I opened Pandora’s Box and learned the Prix de Beauté, but to look at you was to be entranced by you, and an entranced me could...
Rosie The Riveter →
As endless days melted into wartime nights, with the streets more quiet than usual, the women transformed from mothers into breadwinners, trading dresses for shirts. Replacing previously well-coiffed hairstyles, we caught beads of sweat and held strands of hair out of determined eyes. They styled us with We Can Do It: the most becoming style of all. We tasted parts of them, sweet and salty, that...
Mona Lisa →
People have been staring at me for over 500 years, and I’m exhausted. When everyone leaves, I get these four walls to myself. I move and stretch the frozen muscles around my eyes as I trace the edges of the ceiling. After holding them inanimate all day while strangers peer in close, invading my space, I relish the moment the lights go out.
My smile, my Mona Lisa smile, is as enigmatic as the...
How Tim Became a Pimp
There once was a man named Jim, whose best friend was a hunky man named Tim. Tim got all the ladies which made Jim get mad, so he punched Tim in the face, stole his T and became Tim. Robbed now of his T, the old Tim (now named Im), returned home quite sad until he, quite cleverly, punched a Paulette at the supermarket and stole her and her twin sister Patricia’s P. Putting their stolen...
August 2011
5 posts
The Mona Lisa Project →
Please check out this wonderful charity project created by photographer Val Patterson! I’m very honored to have been asked to get on board as the official writer, and hope you enjoy the fifty flash fiction stories I wrote for the icons.
All proceeds go to RAINN, LABCA and my hometown’s charity, Topanga Women’s Circle (TWC). Please support the project on facebook, twitter...
July 2011
3 posts
The Conflict with Nostalgia →
One for the Table picked up this article I wrote some time ago. Check out their site at www.oneforthetable.com for recipes that comfort us and the stories behind them that feed us.
June 2011
10 posts
As you’ll soon be able to tell, I also made...
Remix of my “AIDS on a Fork” by Nick...
Inside Your Ear
I’d like to crawl inside your ear, Through those prickly hairs I’d peer. Into a cave made of yellow wax, I’d find a place to sit and relax.
In that den I’d make my home, Somewhere you and I could bone. But before you come inside your ear, I’d like to lean back and have a cold beer.
I’d spend my days listening to your rumbling body, From the inside out I’d...
Photo shoot with Stephanie Gonot! →
Had a thrill taking more photos with Stephanie last weekend.
Please check out her absolutely beautiful photography on her flickr site. So good.
Left to Leaves →
Ten thousand leaves lay beneath her feet. Leaves he was supposed to feel as well, next to her. The two of them feeling the same bed of leaves, together. Golden yellows and oranges and reds that could have been scratching their toes now just tear the skin around her Achilles’ heel.
He cancelled last minute for the last time and this time she stands alone without the hope of...
“AIDS on a Fork,” a completely...
May 2011
3 posts
April 2011
1 post
March 2011
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