A little WeerdMusselsBlack, grimy, gritty sand grinds between my molars. The smell of Half Moon Bay ocean spray erupts in my senses, a wave crashing on the…Dec 23, 2020Dec 23, 2020
A little WeerdPoke8th grade, Mrs. Darby’s class at Egan — I heard the bell ring. 3rd period over, time to get to the next class. Only 5 minutes to get there…Nov 30, 2020Nov 30, 2020
A little WeerdCorn HoleAngel City brewery — the hustle bustle of beer drinkers and brawlers held at a dim roar as I shook hands with my old friend Majik. Big…Aug 17, 2020Aug 17, 2020
A little WeerdCoinI pinch the little brown coin between my thumb and index finger. Feeling the sticky metallic dust of copper finish — the grime of a…Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020
A little WeerdGarageWalking towards Kyle’s house, I heard the crunch of fall leaves underneath my Reebok’s. Stepping closer, I heard the wail of badly-played…May 3, 2020May 3, 2020
A little WeerdPlatePorcelain honeys with french legs, peeking under their maiden skirts. Singing in a broadway revue at the top of their lungs. The young…Mar 21, 2019Mar 21, 2019
A little WeerdWindThe camcorder took it all in. Howling like a yoga class full of Golden Gate suicide chanters. Woosh, praying for more hope on the other…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019
A little WeerdRoller CoasterKnuckles white, I grip the metallic cart with terrible excitement. Tick, tick, tick, tick — our cart moves higher and higher on these…Feb 13, 2019Feb 13, 2019
A little WeerdinObject WritingCircusThe roar of the caged tiger reverberates through the carnival walls. A thousand voices claw for the attention for your ears — melting into…May 11, 2017May 11, 2017
A little Weerd“Secret”An innocent young man sings in a British accent. Sounding far-away, back into the recesses of the pre-adolescent 60s. A jangly guitar…Oct 10, 2016Oct 10, 2016
