The Showbear Family Circus

Tag: family

  • company

    company

    do you mind if i keep you company? it’s only for a little while i just need someone to be around so i don’t go insane from all the quiet i miss them you know, they were rude and obnoxious but they were family. even if they don’t spend any time thinking about me i…

  • The women of my family

    The women of my family

    The women of my family taught me to smile, but not with my teeth they taught me to smile with my eyes no matter how tall to never look down no matter how difficult the challenge to never look away they taught me how to choose fruit and how to choose friends, oddly enough a…

  • Going Home
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    Going Home

    Neither of them knew the time. Rita could feel the heat of the afternoon sun gliding across the back of her neck and figured it must be getting late. She adjusted her hold on the orange cat, and turned away from the porch, towards Sal. “I got him,” she called. Her lips parted into the…

  • Ride On

    Ride On

    I remember very little about those mornings, mostly that we could never tell if we’d missed the bus or not. We lived a good forty-five minutes from school, so we were the first pick up of the day and the last drop in the afternoon. The morning bus stop was at the bottom of my…

  • Baseballs and CoVid

    Baseballs and CoVid

    Weston Philips was a collector by nature. He didn’t realize it until today, but it seemed to have been a constant for most of his life.  There was the boyhood coin collection, the football game programs, and then, one that was ongoing, the baseball scorecards, beginning with the Braves against the Phillies in 1971 and…

  • Nine-Square Xylophone

    Nine-Square Xylophone

    Instead of an unhinged lunatic you may glimpse a punctured soul-a mere human being like you. — Shannon Love It was 5:30pm on the District Line at South Kensington station in London and thousands of tired bodies loaded themselves onto the Underground. Like tightly packed mackerel in a tin can, we could not wedge another body onto…

  • Moonlight

    Moonlight

    Phase 8 You had seen better days, that was for sure–nose bent, eyes bore bruises and you had forgotten how to smile. Wrinkled hands clasped a wrinkled heart as faded eyes gave your face a sickly presence. I asked your faded eyes again, “Remember? Don’t you remember?” Remember the good memories…at our favorite place to…

  • Invisible Microphone

    Invisible Microphone

    I lift her shirt carefully in the same way I did the night before, exposing this roundness new to us both. Leaning close, I speak loud in a playful accent not quite my own into some invisible microphone. “Hello baby, this is your father.” She giggles and the bump stays calm. “Dork,” she says. Neither…

  • Snow in Summer, New Article, and a return from my Hobbit Hole

    For those who have followed me on here, you know that my blog has waned of late. Though I blame being out-of-town for six weekends in a row, two weeks in the middle, lots of new business and other fancy schmancy projects, deep down I know I’ve a lot of catching up to do for…

  • Ad Campaign for 9art Photography

    Ad Campaign for 9art Photography

    Wrote some copy for 9art Photography’s new ad campaign (design by Matt Spiel). You Jopliners may see some of these around town soon: Join this guild of renegade imaginations. :: sign up for email encouragement ::

  • 013: For Grandpa Schaubert, On His Eightieth

    Like the time we made eight dozen swords from scraps of short-term fences like gardens grown in backyard troughs require all five senses like smells of Summerfest behind, of corn dogs, sweets, Budweiser like sounds of Glory up ahead, of laughter, song, advisers like sights of Gateway Arches, woods, a Florida beach in winter like…