questions and answers
My penpal asks me a lot of questions. A shit ton of them remain unanswered. I’m just waiting for a new set of duck lips.
Categories: scribbles • Tags: communication, creative exchanges, interview, old best friends, pen pal
Author Archives: whatwhippedcreamismadeof
a letter
Something I’ve never been good at is doing things abruptly. Everything requires immense planning and preparation. Removing adhesive bandages off my hairy arms always requires a warm bath, clean towels, and an oversized robe; there is no such thing as just yanking off a Band-Aid. The same goes with bringing people into my life and letting them go — it’s a process. Awhile back, when I barely knew Jonah, I had the oddest feeling he was going to politely ask me to exit his life. It took me […]
Categories: secrets
black with white veins
New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. We were frozen in time, embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw him; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his wool peacoat was […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, marble, New York, subconscious
invite me in
Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, yeah – AN ADDITIONAL BENEFIT! That’s funny.” Husband shuffled the perimeter […]
Categories: stories
abracadabra, you’re approachable!
Approachability is something I’ve never researched, but I have it. (Adding it to the “one of these days I’ll read about __________” list.) Having it puts you in a lot of interesting situations if you agree to get into them, like letting a guy you just met throw you a magic show birthday party. I invited a handful of people, including my sister and a few of her friends. It was a mixed crowd: underagers, my sarcastic high school crew […]
Categories: stories
stalling
The bathroom stalls were covered in a plastic laminate, textured to look like granite. Though the surfaces were modeled to look like something hard and tough, they were practically in shambles. There was a solid, operating door in front of me, but the partition to my left was missing – nothing left but rusted screws and hinges covered in mdf dust. I could chat with and smell anyone who chose to drop their feces there. People I had never met […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: bathroom stall, Dream, subconscious
21
The uniform I had to wear was ill fitting. Looking in the mirror was looking at a sack of potatoes on it’s way to private school. I was at an age where I wanted to show off my body and owned a sewing machine and tumble dryer. It only took a few hours to shrink the garments and take in the waists on the cardigans and shirts. The cardigan no longer buttoned. My left and right breasts were rivals, creating […]
Categories: secrets
topography
I felt you last night in my dream. There was a baby bat motionless in the grass, it’s thin, silvery skin draped over a few inches of lawn. I was so excited about picking it up with my trembling fingers and running into the house to show you this rare thing I had discovered…in the middle of the morning no less. But as I bent down to pluck its quivering body from the damp blades, it flew away – in a stuttered, batty fashion – but […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: dreams, love letter
“Every day you …
“Every day you make me proud.” He was at the kitchen sink peeling golden beets when he said that. He’s my best friend, my lover, my reason, and at that moment, he was the father I never had.
Categories: snippets
nick cave: good day
Categories: sounds
drearose 