DashNette: No More. No Less

  • February 14, 2017 Draped

    The hair gave her away. Rich, dark ocean clipped at the shoulders. Enough volume to still telegraph debutante. Graduated with her M.R.S. Cherished the gala gowns. Regained joy when she stopped relenti...

  • January 17, 2017 One

    I move more by rhythm than schedule, especially with cleaning. I wrinkle my nose at the tub every few days, disapproving of its belligerent cling. I scowl at the residue, this evidence of filth, and r...

  • September 08, 2016 David

    Tucked between seat and steering wheel, he described a lifetime of driving. His outstretched arm panned the space between us, indicating Montana mountains, his favorite landscape. He'd detested Florid...

  • September 02, 2016 Stop

    Stop it. I'm *intent* on relaxing. Possibly a fatal flaw. Drop my purse on the counter, humming songs of solitude. I make one photo post. Two girls' drawings, so special I shared them with the interne...

  • August 12, 2016 Picked

    We laid thirty years on the table. From surviving volleyball drills to scouting this Burmese restaurant. Our table was both our laps in diameter. Leaning over coconut rice and its column of steam, we ...

  • August 01, 2016 Tuned

    We were 13. Alignment enough to be sent outside while our parents drained their dregs of conversation. I'd asked about her books. She'd asked about my friends. I didn't have many so I told her, instea...

  • July 21, 2016 Curtain

    Nerves fill the space. Engine gurgles as the familiar cityscape slides by. A bus of high school poets heading to a national showcase. They are giddy. Squirming. Eager to share their words across state...

  • July 01, 2016 Undersides

    Shay waits patiently at the edges of my imagination. We found one another a few years ago and have been stoking our mutual interest along the way. We arranged to steal away one Sunday morning to the u...

  • June 24, 2016 Sputter

    The desks, arranged into one rectangle, were empty of other fourth graders. Just my teacher and me sitting on one of the long ends. I'd never struggled with school before. Never stayed after for help....

  • June 21, 2016 Corners

    The serving dishes kissed at their edges. Half of the menu beaming up at us, the other half on its way. My hosts coach my tongue around the Arabic names and flavors: meats in cherry sauce, mashed eggp...