Jellyfish

His name was Duke. A delicious, twenty-something tall drink of London with dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and sun-kissed abs. I usually dug the Mario’s and Antonio’s of the world, but with Duke, I made an exception. He was the precursor to David Beckham, only without the tanorexic Spice wife, four kids and bank roll. … Continue reading Jellyfish

Why writing this memoir is a pain in the ass

Original post on Kathy Pooler's website: A Memoir Writer's Journey. Do you have the courage to bring forth this work? The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say yes. - Jack Gilbert Stretching my body to the morning, my eyes, they start to focus. The corners of my mouth curve up … Continue reading Why writing this memoir is a pain in the ass

Don’t I know you? (excerpt)

As the fourth and final song faded and the DJ worked the crowd for applause, I made my way off the center stage. The balls of my feet were throbbing and I couldn't wait to release my toes. Beads of sweat tickled the small of my back and my cocaine-fueled heart thumping inside my chest … Continue reading Don’t I know you? (excerpt)