Author Archives: German Jones

At this moment, you should be with us. Thom is sitting next to me on the couch. We both are staring at our computers. This is a common scene. “If a body catch a body coming through the rye…” I … Continue reading →

Colbert said it. I know it to be true. Muhahahahahahahahah!

Everyone has different ideas of how to address those random occurances. I usually try to hold my breath or drink about a gallon of water or simply distract myself by doing something else. This morning nothing would stop them and … Continue reading →

i would like to have some better moments to describe. i don’t. i would like to tell you that i began reading raymond carver when my creative writing teacher gave me “a small, good thing” during one of our workshops. … Continue reading →

My parents, obviously (we all do).My first boyfriend.My potential.My front tooth when I passed out at the foot of that copafter getting drunk because I was in lovewith that boy.My morality (at times).My liver.My professors who felt sorry for me.My … Continue reading →

When I don’t have to work, I enjoy… showering, reading, and resting.The End.

Is that Jiminy Cricket hollerin’ in my ear? Alas, my blog betrays me again. My beloved “peanut gallery” wants to know more about my week, this past week when I supposedly didn’t drink. The fictional week that never really surfaced. … Continue reading →

The liberation of our latest apartment wasn’t easy. We had moved in so quickly and with such relief that items fit themselves someplace and we just assumed it was fate. Only a year and a half later did the shape … Continue reading →

let’s just start with the concrete. it is probablyone hour before i will lay down to try and sleep. i am waiting for himto come home. i cleaned up tonight because he is bringing a guest withhim. so the apartment … Continue reading →