Bev Potter
Bio
Writer, know-it-all.
Stories (16/0)
Being A Gig Worker Has Made Me A Better Human Being
I don’t usually answer calls from numbers I don’t recognize, but today I did. This was probably a mistake. Answering your phone is like throwing chum in the water for all the spambots circling like invisible sharks.
By Bev Potter3 years ago in Humans
How Not To Do Yoga
I remember the old days when only hippies did yoga. People who looked like they smelled bad and had dirty feet. Swamis and whatnot. Kooks, weirdos. John Lennon. Ralph Nader, probably (I have not researched this). People who drove VW Bugs, and not the hip, cute VW Bugs that are out there now. These were Bugs that always had at least one fender scraping the tire.
By Bev Potter3 years ago in Viva
Paz and the Past
The ground in the Past was still dead, but tall, tough grass had returned in patches, making it more difficult to search. Paz never brought anything with her when she crossed the shimmering border, so she had to be content with scratching and kicking the ground to make it speak.
By Bev Potter3 years ago in Fiction
That Time My Best Friend And I Were Killed By Charles Manson
Some people are just beautiful. There’s no debate about it, it’s just a fact. And the rest of us have to drag our disfigured carcasses through life without complaining too much because, hey, them’s the breaks.
By Bev Potter3 years ago in Families