Something Like Memoirs

Jewel's Family Part 2

2012-06-14T01:20:00.000-05:00

A mother, a daughter, a son. Nothing could come between them Even when you least expect it When the weight of sadness is ripping familial seams When the gossip and the rivalry of the son and daughter (siblings) Appears to be bleak and disenchanting When running away feels like a valid resort She comes The love of her comes and a smile bears teeth And all, is all right.

Mrs. Quirk

2012-03-04T18:49:00.001-06:00

[source] I just wanna shake her and say, "What is wrong with you!" She exudes sadness. The woman always wears a smile on 'er lips. Her steps are as heavy as they come. I see her and think "she is crazy." But I could never tell her that. She'd cry.

Wishful Thinking

2012-03-04T16:24:00.000-06:00

[source] Room temperature coffee. And taking my vitamins. There's a cigarette burning on the back porch. Some music is playing in the kitchen. I think to turn it down. But I'll just stand here and sway, pretending it's that night we danced. So accidental. Untainted. I wished that would happen again. I'm wishing.

The Good Old Days\\Jewel's Family Pt. 1

2011-11-29T23:56:00.001-06:00

Before he was old enough to be a pedophile Before she hit me and I hit her back Before her fraud conviction and that year on house arrest Before you tried to steal that $1 K from me and I filed a small claim against you Before he went to college (or further than that); Before he discovered sex and thought he was a man and started being a douche bag Before I sold the car Uncle Ron gave me so I

Pretty Little Memoirs\\Photos by Jen Gotch

2011-11-21T23:56:00.000-06:00

[Self-portrait by Jen Gotch\\Source] I want to tell my story. Others want to tell there's. Because of this, Something Like Memoirs is switching gears and starting a new series (which doesn't have a name) to honor those who find unique ways to document and share their life experiences. These creative individuals will be artists, writers, and just plain narcissists. I

This Three in the Morning\\Not Rebel Enough

2011-11-21T03:22:00.001-06:00

[American Cinema's favorite revenge driven rebel, in her drop-top about to go kick some ass] I was one of those people you hate. Plugged into my iPod, lip-syncing Katy Perry on the train. Nobody else was in that car, except for those two train dwellers catching their Zz's. But I don't think they saw me-swishing my shoulders and tapping my toes. "TGIF" and "

That Which I Am Hoarding (Revised)

2011-11-12T18:41:00.001-06:00

[source] Those French books I can't read My dad's jazz and blues records Rocks from 'round Lake Michigan Jasmine soap from Seymour Shoes that are Unwearable Some jewelry I made in High School Caps from Red Stripe Bottles And my Grandma Jewel's old purse

Brooklyn Log: Day 35

2011-11-08T22:49:00.000-06:00

[aj and justharve\\doin' it big] I'm sitting in my room. Harvey is here-disoriented from a drug his doctor prescribed him. Though there's no excuse for me to feel that way too. All is well in Brooklyn. Including the park across the street and the new appliances in our kitchen. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I officially have an apartment here. You

Brooklyn Log: Day 3

2011-10-09T18:09:00.003-05:00

[JR piece on Houston//source] October 5, 2011 Left BK for the first time since I've been here. When Powell came home from work, we took the train to Pianos-a bar/lounge on Manhattan's Lower East Side. I ordered Absolute Mandarin with Sprite from the bartender. It tastes like spiked Fanta with lemonade. The spot was cool. I especially liked the

Brooklyn Log: Day 2

2011-10-07T22:05:00.000-05:00

[source] 4 PM October 5 2011 I'm quickly learning that, "What's your nationality?" is the go to pick-up line for men around Brooklyn. They're also not afraid to follow you. Last night I went to a bodega to buy cereal, and a man there asked me if he could rub my feet. He told me he had a foot fetish, then gave me a business card with info about "photo sessions".

Brooklyn Log: Day 1

2011-10-07T20:47:00.002-05:00

[source] 3 AM October 4, 2011 I'm in Brooklyn now. Got in around midnight. The plane ride to New York was smooth. For some reason, I qualified for a $4 upgrade to First Class. The airline rep I had encouraged me to upgrade for the "Unlimited Premium Drinks." I decide to do it, since the whole "uprooting my life" thing was making me emotional

Parting's Sweet Sorrow

2011-10-04T17:05:00.002-05:00

[my fair city//source] There's a place us St. Louisians like to call "South City", where the grass is green, and homes are made of brick. Most storefronts there close around five, and two out of several bars are open till three. There's a park nearby and botanical garden, where in the summer you'll picnic and take your family to hear free jazz. In South City,

On the Side of a Building in a Vacant Lot

2011-10-03T18:27:00.000-05:00

[source] Ryan: "Is that a Krink?" Guy with a Bandana: "No, it's a homemade." Vadim: "What do you make it with?" GWB: "Spray paint...Oh! Did you see that?!" (He laughs, amused) "It just exploded!" We gawk and laugh together. Someone thinks they see a cop. The four of us walk to Billie's.

Drugs and Kaleidoscopes

2011-09-22T04:22:00.000-05:00

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