Hyacinth Andersen
Bio
I write poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.
Stories (21/0)
Life Support
Sylvia could not pinpoint the date and time her marriage went on life support. She supposed it was the day her husband, Henry, scratched his crotch and expelled gas from his behind in her presence without saying “excuse me,” or when he forgot her birthday and monopolized the television remote without regard to her feelings, or when they were no longer intimate with one another. Either way, their marriage was in critical condition. It was suffering from a lingering case of indifference and there was no defibrillator in sight.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Humans
Don't Feed The Animals
Trina stands at the watering hole watching employees eat company-provided muffins and bagels. They are a motley crew at work: Rachel, the woman who is obsessed with clipping coupons; Marty, the uber-sarcastic male who is woman repellent; Tania, the effervescent nonstop talker; Parker, the CEO; and Trina, the highly-driven, type-A personality who is determined to climb the corporate ladder.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Humans
These Hands
I hold your hand as you lie still upon crisp, white sheets and I gaze about this sterile environment thinking about moments from the past - how these hands picked okra on the family farm until they bled during harvest season and gathered eggs from chickens - though many were your pets, how these hands soothed a fevered brow or stirred batter for a birthday cake or prepared casseroles for a friend’s funeral service though you were in mourning, too, how these hands talk without trying to - upward and outward conveys happiness at a big event and downward or clenched relays anger or despair, and how these hands covered your eyes so I wouldn’t see you cry.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Poets
Cloak and Dagger
His days are marked by the length of his beard. It hangs four inches below his chin and it is full and bushy. I watch him come into the coffee shop and order a triple chocolate mocha latte, after which, he takes a seat at a table near the window.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Humans
In Transit
The stamp on the side of the box says, “Handle with care.” I carefully remove the overwrap and open the box. I have waited more than two weeks for the box to arrive at the house, and I am in a hurry to see what is inside. I remove the protective layers from inside the box to reveal my order from Pearson’s Robotic Company - a robotic child.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Futurism
Urge
Doggone it! I need to write a sonnet that impresses my teacher to no end. She’d rather I reflect upon it instead of partying all night with friends. But I want to live life to the fullest and dance like there isn’t a tomorrow. I want to dress in all of my finest and find another poem to borrow. Yet, I’m to pretend that I am Shakespeare and pen an ode to my undying love. But I would rather drink this ice cold beer than write of twinkling stars high above. So, as I’m at a loss for words to write I’ll compose a sonnet tomorrow night.
By Hyacinth Andersen3 years ago in Poets