The ‘Don

Number ## in 30 in 30, a series of writing challenges. Over the course of 30 days (sometimes even in a row!), I will draft a post within 30 minutes. This 30-day theme is: News Stories. Today’s writing was inspired by XXX.

We imagine it as a giant rampage
this ancient shark

Ten metres longer than our own Great Whites!
(what that means to this American
is about nothing {it’s roughly 30 feet, dear}
but I’m told I could stand on its back
and its dorsal fin
would be my height
. . . well, not mine
I am quite small
Yours, maybe)

I suspect our assumptions and fears
come from its face
those jaws so full of
sinister teeth where death seems
inevitable

Perhaps we are mistaken
like with our own sharks
and in our fear
miss their beauty, their importance
to the ecosystem.
They have far more to fear from us
and their deaths at our hands are legion.

Our fears are better placed not in some
ancient, surviving mega shark
but in another Don
whose ego and evil
will bear no metric
and whose insatiable jaws
will claim all our lives

(if we let him)

Rituals

30 in 30 is a series of writing challenges. Over the course of 30 days (perhaps even in a row!), I will draft a post within 30 minutes. This 30-day theme is: News Stories. Today’s writing was inspired by an article on how Peru is cremating the dead instead of burying them, as is custom.

I said goodbye
to my papaw
my last living grandparent
on Zoom
and a week later watched
his funeral
livestreamed
(the irony is not lost on me)

Ten mourners permitted
lost behind masks
Our shared emotions
stolen too

In other times
before times
after times
(ojalá)
we would gather together
and hold each other
in sorry
in memory
the rituals of death
our healing

In the now times
we have only
wounds

To Try and To Fail

David falls again. Skinned knees and bruised hands evidence of his struggle to hold himself up. The memories of doing this the first time around inaccessible to ease his anxiety about how long all of this was taking and how hard all of it was. He lays down no the tile floor, tears puddling and oozing around his cheek. His mother’s voice echoed across his mind.

Get up. Do it again. We don’t sit there. We try again. Get. Up. David. Continue reading

215: Day 30 of the Story A Day Challenge

Today’s prompt is the number 215. This story is a start, and it is on my list to keep writing into a full story.


Everyone gets 215, then they die. We know that. What we don’t know is: 215 of what? Some people’s 215 seem obvious: car crashes, black-out drunk nights, heartbeats. People that’ve figured it out tattoo their visible skin: hands, feet, necks, heads. People whose loved ones’ 215 happened too fast tattoo their hidden skin. The most tragic stories push out into daylight.

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