The grinch...

...stole away with my creativity and left me with days upon days of staring at a white screen, typing out a word or a sentence and then deleting the word or sentence in disgust. But don't worry. I snuck up behind him while he was distracted by CindyLou Who and I tossed Santa's sack over him and dragged him to the Disney Hall to hear Christmas Carols. After, we went to Broadway Bar and had Peppermint Martinis because if anyone was ever in need of a peppermint martini it was the Grinch. I think I can write now.

Pink Elefants

The electric green banana floated before his eyes with its iridescent wings glittering in the light. The purple pony raised his head briefly from the cotton candy grass it was eating to stare blankly at the flying banana and with a snort returned to it's meal. Andy was oddly unconcerned with the flying banana and cotton candy eating pony, what really got his goat was - in fact- the chocolate covered baby goat trotting across his nose. Suddenly, the goat stopped, looked Andy in the eye and said, "Dude. You are fucked up right now." Andy nodded his head in agreement.

Venice

She sits on her bed knees drawn head resting on top. The rain pours down outside plinging against the glass windows. Next to her lies a half-folded letter. His precise penmanship marred by the ink tears that dot the page intermittently. She slowly blinks and stares out to space, lost. He wrote about the beauty of the city, how the setting sun bounced off the spires and gold of the Piazza. He talked about the ever present melancholy yet his unbound happiness at finally seeing la Serenissima. He spoke of returning to her. No mention of crashing planes.

Paparazzi

The telephoto lens and the slightest movement from the bush announce his presence. You are aware, she isn't. You suppose you should say something...warn her. After all here, in her backyard, he is trespassing and for once she is not on display. You are impressed with the bravado of this particular little parasite. Not many would tempt fate this much but you understand. She is stunning, he can't help himself. You watch her move about the garden, green thumb in evidence. "Still", you think, "I should warn her." But then, you would be caught too.

Fresh Love

I blush when you look my way. Warmth rushes over me from my head to my toes. I am young but I dream of us in a forever way. I imagine looking into your eyes on our wedding day, when we are middle-aged...when we are old. I want to hear you tell stories of your glory days, of State Championships and Prom courts. I want to do more then what we've done. I want to feel you everywhere and I want to leave this small town. I want class to be over so I can feel you looking again.

Pool

She breaks the water first with the tips of her fingers. She relishes the stillness and the calm under the water. No need to think, nothing to hear...just glide through the silence. Stays under a minute...a minute and a half. Her lungs begin to burn but she makes no move to rise. 20 seconds later and she feels she will burst and yet still she longs to stay below. Finally, at 2 minutes she breaks the surface with a great, heaving breath. The sound is like a stereo turned full blast. "Mommy!" "Mom!" Hey honey?" She shudders.

Game Day

You can taste winter on the air. Colors flash around you out of the corner of your eye- red, gold, maroon, navy, cloud, gold. It's 9am but you smell the meat as footballs whiz past your head. The beer racing down your throat is as cold as the day. The green of the field stretches on in front of you as the sounds of the gridiron encircle you. Your pulse races, your heart stops and you hold your breath. Sound and motion slow down. When times speeds up again you are surrounded by jubilation and utter despair.