THE BURGERLESS, SCOOTERLESS BLOG

  • Fearless: A Remembrance

    On July 23, 2018, I posted a single-stanza poem on this blog. I have never written a poem and have never taken a class in poetry, just read poems by Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, and Emily Dickinson. I also read some of the poems here on WordPress. Anyway, this mini poem is about a woman… Read more

  • A Pinch Was Enough: A Six-Sentence Story

    A Pinch Was Enough: A Six-Sentence Story

    There was a time when I tried smoking–it lasted one night. I woke up with what felt like a burnt mouth and a hangover; it was the first night I drank to excess, too. All I remember was burning through three packs of my parents’ Newports and draining much of their Bacardi. A short time… Read more

  • Crescent Moon

    Crescent Moon

    The old man visited the coffee shop every day he practiced yoga in the morning, three to four times a week. The shop was only a block away from the studio, and the old man liked to treat himself after an hour of downward dogs, lunges, and various warrior postures. The old man also liked… Read more

  • The WNBA’s Welcome Mat Problem

    The WNBA’s Welcome Mat Problem

    The WNBA’s audience (or just the W from here on out) can be generally split into two main fan groups: those who have been following the league for years and those who followed the NCAA phenom Caitlin Clark into the W. I belong to the latter. In fact, I never followed the NBA unless we’re… Read more

  • White Noise, Seven Hours, and Plenty of O

    White Noise, Seven Hours, and Plenty of O

    I use a few things: about ten years ago, I was diagnosed with sleep apnea. My insurance paid for a CPAP machine preseeded by multiple sleep studies. It’s kind of trippy sleeping in a hospital room that looks and feels homey. That is, until the nurse comes in and slaps electrodes on my head and… Read more

  • The Chimes After Chelsea: A Six Sentence Story

    The Chimes After Chelsea: A Six Sentence Story

    James sat at the table watching Chelsea leave, the chimes over the door punctuating her exit. James and Chelsea used to like the unique chimes that announced customers’ entry or exit. James liked how Chelsea would stop talking and grin whenever they sounded. This diner used to be their place; they would plan their Sundays… Read more