I made some scones–the recipe was called Brown Bread Scones. They were definitely good, but not the best. One problem was that the recipe called for unsalted butter. We only had salted butter. So we used that and decided to compensate by not adding the salt into the recipe as called for–big mistake! They were… Read More »
A paragraph is like a body, and the errors are wounds that need to heal. A paragraph is like a crown, and the errors are jewels that glow. A paragraph is like a container, and the errors are holes that let the meaning leak out.
The plum tree in the middle of the apartment complex courtyard has bloomed. It’s very rainy here, and I like it. We’ve instituted a new policy in response to Erik’s blatant disregard for the need to close cabinets after opening them. Any time I find a cabinet open and close it, he owes me one… Read More »
by Erik Lundgren In a pasture, a man was resting atop a slab of granite like it really was his own bed at home. Long grass waved to and fro in front of his eyes. The sky was the deepest blue. He was a little bit afraid – he wasn’t sure whether to call if… Read More »
I was shocked when three students this semester wanted to write essays pro-cosmetic surgery. I think that having your body cut into, for any reason than health necessity, is disgusting. Also, cosmetic surgery is so expensive. It creates a larger gap between the rich and the poor. It’s a waste of money: how could looks… Read More »
Erik Lundgren the red barn passing through The red barn passing through my schoolbus window passes through a story. It’s a mission: nobody talks and they let me off. I scout the castle at the end of the lane. The dirt is bright, and I have rocks for the villains in the alfalfa.
I’ve been on my period for three months. Erik said, “That must be draining.” I’m sick of it and know why it’s happening. But I’m going to the doctor if it’s not done in… one more month. You hear that, uterus? We went for a walk before it started to rain in earnest, the route… Read More »
Erik Lundgren Animals Can Talk I A deer had gotten his leg twisted in a barbed wire and tugged and tugged at it. A giant white gorilla, like a snow-covered hill within the forest’s edge, talked to the deer. Stars appeared, and he turned the stars into flapping snowbirds that the wind blew away into… Read More »
I already told you last issue about the crazy white woman downstairs who owns Orange Cat. She thinks there’s a conspiracy against her involving furniture and people listening in on her telephone. I don’t feel sorry for her because she’s mean, and she scares me. Another character is the old British lady. She has lived… Read More »
I got what I wanted. My eggplant moju, cauliflower and cashew, mushroom soya, dal, brown rice, papadam, paan, and carrot salad garnish could not have been better. In Big Basin, we went for a long, slow walk and saw many kinds of mushrooms, including brown, yellow, and red cap with a white stalk. It was… Read More »