Flashbacks instantly Of the family around the table Forks clanking Soda fizzing Sweet, savory, tart. Plates full Stomachs full Hearts full. Same seats always, Papa to my left Grandma to his left Mom, Dad, Jess. One bite Flashbacks To simpler days Different days Sweet. One bite as I stand in my kitchen "It's a little... Continue Reading →
Grip
I used to scare from critters like You. My adolescent frightened feet fled from the innocence of your kind. My heart beat to the rhythm of my swallowed breaths. And now we sit In peace As your little segmented legs grip into the Fibers of my jeans.
The Moment
“The moment is upon us. That moment you can’t stop talking about.” They say we can do anything we want. They say we can be anything we want. If you work hard, some day you can achieve your dreams. But when is that day? That’s up to you. Maybe the moment is Now. The... Continue Reading →
Stephen King Success
Part of my goal during my graduate school experience has been to read different genres. Since I did not study English as my major in undergrad, I really wanted to explore outside of my comfort zone of reading and try different books I normally wouldn’t have picked up before. Among those are horror books. ... Continue Reading →
Numbers
The pale plate nestled in her grip. Knuckles white, she lifted the cold serving spoon. Under the heating lamps her skin tingled as she scooped the rice. Plop, 200. Side-step, coconut shrimp. Plop, 250. Side-step, orange chicken. Plop, 350 at least. Her feet shuffled her back to her seat among her family. She settled in her chair. 200. 250. 350.... Continue Reading →
Fade
They can fade like Old jeans, Wash away like Sidewalk chalk. Never returning to The original form. But new jeans replace The old. New sidewalk sketches Drawn. Always remembered But Never returning to The original form. Always remembered But I'm afraid we'll never return.
Dream
The power of a dream. I saw her again. Shining. Glimmering. As she always did, does. Smile glistening Cheeks rosy Silver locks long now. I stopped her from tying them back; Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories. I said, "Keep them down." Mom agreed. That shining smile flashed. I knew it was a... Continue Reading →
Grocery Store Greeting
I went to the grocery store yesterday morning and the associate who was monitoring the self-checkouts greeted me and asked how I was doing. I said, “Good, how are you?” in which he replied, “Well, it’s a Monday. I hope the week goes by fast.” Considering that it was only 6:30 in the morning and... Continue Reading →
Blue Gatorade
As I drink my blue Gatorade I taste the memories I taste your smile Your spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove Your laugh Your pink lipstick. As I drink my blue Gatorade I'm eight again Hunched over at your kitchen table Scribbling pictures on your scrap paper As I drink your blue Gatorade. ... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 