I Left the Lights on and Ran Errands_My Long Overdue Letter to Me_[Ok.]_Honey and Spice
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I Left the Lights on and Ran Errands
I left the lights owww.onedoor.ccn and ran errands. And thank Christ, I did. They always call my kind animals and savages but look at what they do to my house when I'm away. Torching my home where my wife and my kids sleep. And for what? Because we live in their neighborhood? To torch your neighbor's home because he and his family live here is obscene. And my kind is called animals and savages. Simply because of the pigmentation of our skin.I left the lights on and ran errands. But I didn't leave them on purposely. I was in a rush to get to my job interview and forget to turn them off. But it's a good thing...
My Long Overdue Letter to Me
July 8, 2021Attn: Mr. Stevie B’s Reflection c/o Mia Mind Music 256 Sixth Street Suite # 2 Hobohemia, NJ, 07030Re: These occasional lapses in communicationDear Self,Long time no see (LOL). You’re not looking all that bad today. I keep bumping into you in the bathroom mirror, but it seems like we never get the opportunity to talk anymore. We usually see each other in the mornings while shaving, and brushing our teeth, combing what’s left of our hair. Other than that, we don’t spend too much of our time looking in the old, looking glass anymore. Nothing against mirrors, but frankly, at our age th...
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[Ok.]A text from you. You want to meet me. For coffee. Something quick—so when it doesn’t work out—we can both leave unscathed. Of course, I say. Why not?I try not to—but I start imagining a cozy cottage for us by the Baltic sea, like the one my Polish grandparents lived in. A garden to sunbathe in. A kitchenette to boil pierogis and make cabbage rolls and fry potato pancakes. A view of the blue that stretches to Sweden. How nice it would be to meet and have coffee there, a place so far away from here.I force myself to lower my expectations. Consciously, I add a minimum of thirty-five pounds t...
Honey and Spice
Sweat forms on my brow. My skin was exposed to the sun, and even with the cool air, it was still scorching. I lift my eyes to block the peaking light from the trees. The fiery leaves of the board tree in front of me ruffles. A few leaves part from the branches, drifting off in the wind. My eyes lock with amber ones. I drop the basket I held and round, ripen apples roll on the dirt ground.¨Atlas!¨My head snaps to an angry, older woman. Her face was sunken, her lips pursed as her arms were crossed. The lines on her forehead deepened. Her black eyes grew into a deep abyss destroying those who dar...