Grocery Shopping with James Baldwin
The grocer is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.
Josh Sippie is the Director of Publishing Guidance at Gotham Writers Workshop, where he also teaches. His work has appeared in the Guardian, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, The Writer Magazine, Hobart, Brevity, and more. When not writing, he can be found wondering why he isn’t writing.
The grocer is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.
I do know that many of those who are driven to this used car lot are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can drive and grow.
To begin, there are four Powers: Liquid and powder, dryer and air.
Be steadfast and remember always that we need much less than we think we need.
All you have to do is have one true hiding place. Find the truest hiding place you know.
Take a breath and listen to the brag of the dust mites—I am, I am, I am. But you want them to be not.
The journey begins in 465 of the First Age, before the birth of Tuor, son of Huor, with three methods, given to the lords of the brush.
Attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom in the sink basin.
Every blade of grass has a statue inside it, a David or a Pieta or even a Bacchus, and it is the task of the mower to discover it.
I could easily forgive the pride of a gas or electric griller, if it had not mortified mine own.
Pull taut to create a vibrato of codependence, but not so taut that you further dislodge that which has already been established in the corners.
Consider humming a lullaby as you rock yourself, as your grandmother used to do before her untimely passing. Bah humbug on mortality, I say.
AMBER ALERT: Middle-aged blonde woman in pink dress taken by spikey-shelled, bipedal turtle in egg-shaped, single-pilot helicopter. Last seen at border of Mushroom Kingdom.
Tracklist from Sméagol’s new album, “Precious”:
1. Precious
2. My Precious
3. The Precious
4. Not Their Precious
5. Our Precious, feat. Tech N9ne
Titles Ethelred the Unready would have preferred:
Ethelred the Give Me Five More Minutes
Ethelred the I’m Tying My Shoes
Ethelred the Just Wait in the Damn Car
Whatever your opinion on Mark Rothko’s art, you have to admit the guy didn’t cut any corners.