Andrew Braithwaite

On a Sunday Afternoon in Italy Shower. Pack your laptop, your writing notebook. Don’t forget sunglasses. Nor the handkerchief. They’ll embolden you to leave the...

In the Afterlife Every Night is Wine Wednesday As a child I imagined blood leaving the body, streaming, spurting from the wounds at his feet,...

Weather Report Another person has died today, bit by a mosquito. The bugs come out at night, report newscasters, dusk to dawn a dangerous time....

Surfing Lessons   Take me to Lahaina, near the break.   Make me sign the waiver, the one where I assume all the risk.   If I die by drowning,...

The Pilgrim’s Prescription   The spider bite appeared on my foot in Barcelona, shortly after our group viewed the gleaming sword of St. Ignatius. I did...

Teeny Grandma and Outer Space -- Winnie Faye Wolfe Thaxton, 1899-1983   She covers the bathroom floor with newspaper where her Chihuahua can shit. Just tiptoe...

Before the World Was on Fire I want to remember the big silliness, the nightwe weren’t even that drunk or stoned and ranoutside, smack into...

What I Mean —inspired by Michael Ondaatje’s The Collected Works of Billy the Kid When I say sonofabitch sonofabitch what I mean is Don’t go, I will miss you. When...

Meteor, April 2020 In the year of our plague, we saw a light. Like a plane onfire, west in the sky, just after sunset when...

Improv First I’m scorched earth & thenforever after I’m brook-choked-with-ash. Even  when I’m spring meadow I’m stillsooty-snow-pile-behind-Sam’s-Club or if I’m lucky  just leaf-blower-ruckus-up-the-street. The producergrumbles into his...