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museum

I think it might even be considered a type of torture to bring a kid to the Native American art history museum. Now that Charlie was off at college, I no longer had anyone to tell me when to schedule orthodontist appointments so I could ditch field trips. Mom had heard about the trip the same day I had: from Lisa’s mom, who heard it from Jenna’s mom, who heard it from Mack’s mom–naturally.
“I can’t wait! It’s been so long since you could go on a field trip.” She was way too enthusiastic. “‘Something spooky about those orthodontist appointments always popping up the same days as the trips. I’m so glad we get to go now. I’ve been waiting for this!” I didn’t like where this was going. “I’ve signed up as a chaperone, honey! We can explore together!”

» Posted By NikkiK On 11.26.2011 @ 10:30 pm

spring

The boy with horns whispered, and told me he was Spring.

I have circles under my eyes, holding the star-lit dreams that I never claimed. They’re brimming with a thousand memories I’ll never have and sometimes their ashes are left behind in the creases of the books I use instead of pillows, and sometimes in the creases of my eyelids.

» Posted By NikkiK On 10.12.2011 @ 5:58 pm

conviction

CONVICTION
My eyes convict themselves of tyranny upon the reflection in my ruined mirror. Water stains in tiny, splashed circles mark the time I cried, but my eyes are far beyond that now. I’ve stopped crying.

» Posted By NikkiK On 10.11.2011 @ 7:21 pm

stacks

I lay my head on your stomach, and hear the air circulate through your lungs; I hear your heart beat like the sound of approaching thunder.

» Posted By NikkiK On 10.10.2011 @ 8:27 pm

mystery

MYSTERY
“Yes,” her words slithered from her mouth in a snake of condensation, “but who ARE you, boy?” He strained his eyes to see her ghosty figure. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know.
So there they both were, standing in the cracked, pale light, and neither of them knew who they were. This was going to be some adventure.

» Posted By NikkiK On 10.08.2011 @ 1:22 pm

antlers

ANTLERS
“They called her the hoofed girl and they said she lived in the pine forest just south of here. Don’t hear much about her though, ‘cept on coooold days like this when everyone’s trapped in their houses from here to Igostav. Th’ say the wind brings her on its breath and she finds the wanderers, the stragglers in the snow–sucks the life right out of ’em with a kiss.” Adrian and I huddled closer as the wind creaked the naked trees outside and whipped the snow past the window.
“How’s she say warm in the snow like that, Dedushka?” Adrian asked, eyes wide with fear and curiosity.

» Posted By NikkiK On 06.25.2011 @ 8:38 pm

smile

SMILE
Jennine Smiles was my granddaughter. Three days after she was born, I held her mother as she cried. A week after she was born, I packed up her little onesies and dismantled the crib in her room.

» Posted By NikkiK On 06.16.2011 @ 7:08 pm

forgetting

FORGETTING
Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”

» Posted By NikkiK On 06.07.2011 @ 8:29 pm

Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”

» Posted By NikkiK On 06.07.2011 @ 8:26 pm

backpack

BACKPACK
He’ll grow up with one of those Thomas the Tank Engine backpacks he’s always wanted. He’ll grow up with a little red baseball cap and new, white sneakers instead of the used sketchers with a hole wearing out near the big toe. He’d finally go to the Play&Learn Art Camp with that funny blue logo of a little boy. That’s what I’d do for Mikey. That’s what I’d do for him if I could make more than $7.62 an hour at McDonald’s. Or let my mom know that it wasn’t just a scum bag I slept with that night. If I could let her know that this kid’s not just an accident to me, my Mikey. “Momma,” he calls me. And I just want that Art Camp, and maybe even the Thomas the Tank Engine backpack.

» Posted By NikkiK On 06.01.2011 @ 5:21 pm

montage

MONTAGE
A photograph. Her hand is soft and not yet used to the rough sands of the beach and the hot-breathed sun. He takes her hand and pulls her to the water, her pink floppy hat flipping into the salt-core water, and almost pulling her little sunglasses with it.

» Posted By NikkiK On 05.31.2011 @ 5:16 pm

remember

REMEMBER
I remember when Tommy told me that girls shouldn’t play with toy cars. I remember that I told him to suck it, turd, girls can do what they want.

I remember throwing my favorite Racer 450 into my little pink garbage can, and that day, I remember deciding to become girl.

» Posted By NikkiK On 05.30.2011 @ 1:48 pm

sideburns

SIDEBURNS
There he goes again, that old guy on the motorcycle. I see him pass by ever Saturday afternoon, reliving the old days with his big sideburns and torn bandana. I always see him alone, and to be honest it makes me kind of sad, even though I see that big smile on his face as he speeds on by. It reminds him of the days when the dry dust caught on his greased hair and his rolled bluejeans caught the heat of the day in its cuff.

» Posted By NikkiK On 05.29.2011 @ 4:49 pm

despair

Oh the agony, she always used to say. I never really believed her until yesterday when I saw her screaming. It scared me. I won’t lie; it scared me: to see her curled in a ball in the corner of our living room. I never knew what mom was going through up until that moment. I never knew how bad she felt about dad leaving.

» Posted By NikkiK On 05.28.2011 @ 2:03 pm

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