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Brittney Gilbert
San Francisco
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I remember walking down the cosmetics aisle of my neighborhood Eckerd in high school and noticing lotions and makeups that vowed to erase lines or were touted as "anti-aging" and thinking, "I'm so glad I don't have to worry about... Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2015 at Sparkwood & 21
He is banging his head against the doors of the subway car. His voice is a whine. "I just want something to report back. I had so many people behind me." He is young and thin with a wiry, overgrown... Continue reading
Posted Mar 7, 2015 at Sparkwood & 21
This morning I woke up at 6 am, not because I'd set my alarm (I had), but because the cats I'd locked out of the bedroom an hour or so prior were scratching to be let in. Had they not... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2015 at Sparkwood & 21
You can't hear snow fall. At least I can't. I often listen to rain sounds through headphones, stormy ones, with claps of thunder. Sometimes the sounds of a rainforest. I can't hear snow falling, and I can't hear a birdsong.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2015 at Sparkwood & 21
When we talked about moving and I imagined our New York apartment, I imagined a fourth floor walk-up, cramped and small, high in rent and a far walk from any desirable area. I imagined a giant brick box on some... Continue reading
Posted Oct 18, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I'd forgotten that riding the New York City subways brings out your inner warrior, that being deep inside you with an innate will to survive. Yesterday I got a harsh reminder. I had a job interview at 10 a.m. at... Continue reading
Posted Oct 17, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I set my alarm for 2:30 a.m. on Wednesday, October 1st because I had a one-way plane ticket to New York at 6:20 a.m. It was moving day, the day I'd cross the country through its clouds, and there was... Continue reading
Posted Oct 9, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I love San Francisco, and I probably always will. I fell in love with her because of her unparalleled beauty, splendid and unabashed, but I love her grime and her stink, too. She is a singular city, none others like... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
In one month I'm moving to New York City. If you are playing along at home, yes, that would be again. It was 2010 when I first moved to New York. I took a job there, moved into the midtown... Continue reading
Posted Aug 31, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I wrote this fun thing for Trivia NYC. I'd like it if you read it. Continue reading
Posted Jul 18, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Dear upcoming college freshman, Congratulations. You did it. You completed four years of high school, scored sufficiently on the SAT and participated in enough extra-ciricular activities that a university saw fit to add you to its roster, provided you take... Continue reading
Posted Jun 10, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Graham Greene on jealousy: "Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel: sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor. Even before Mr. Parkis... Continue reading
Posted May 28, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I wasn't exactly like the other kids in my class, because my family wasn't from Ashland City. We moved there after my parents' divorce, after my mom remarried, when I was in 4th grade. I fit in okay, but I... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
A man with calloused hands darkened by time and labor pulls apart a mango with thick fingers. Juice falls onto a weathered tin plate that sits atop his lap. The front door of an office building is wrapped in shiny... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I spent some time today looking for a psychologist because last night I thought I was going to die. "I'm going to lose consciousness alone in this bedroom," was something I thought. "How long will it take for them to... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
There is a ghost living in my neighborhood, if you can call that living. She stumbles from corner to corner, often hanging from someone's arm, a different someone every time. Her hair is bleached blonde with dark roots. It is... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Everywhere there were roads. Sometimes it seemed like that was all there was. Miles and miles of ashphalt and pastures smeared by speed. All those things left unsaid in the cab of a little Ford. Everywhere meant driving. Walking meant... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
I made him fish, the wild kind. I bought a heavy bag full of oranges, sliced them then strangled them for their juices. I minced bulbs and made dressing from scratch and reduced liquid to a shiny glaze. "It's sweet,"... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
It is when I am lonely that I show my face in hopes you will click it twice and reveal a heart. Even though that heart hasn't pumped a drop of blood, I will run my eyes through a filter... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
He fought the fires he built. Tears blurred the ink-written phone number. "This Daddy loves you," he said. The dog's chain broke its neck. He couldn't hear the crying stop. Continue reading
Posted Mar 13, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Me: "Hey, I worked out this morning." Co-worker: (gives me an evil death stare) "I was only awoken nine times last night by the baby. Nine times. Every hour or so. Now we're in a cycle where my wife is... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
"Español?," the old shop owner asks me. "Pequeño," I lie. "Are you Russian? You look Slavic." I shook my head no. "I'm German, I guess." "That's it?" He cocked his head to one side, his face that of a person... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Thank you, ladies.
Toggle Commented Mar 5, 2014 on After October at Sparkwood & 21
"It is hard to be without him in this city. There are pieces of him everywhere." A woman with smooth brown hair and a French accent is telling a tale of heartbreak between sips of hot chocolate piled high with... Continue reading
Posted Mar 4, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21
Before long we'll never be in that room again. We'll never fill its space with our sighs. We'll never fog up its windows with our heat. We'll never lie on its floor, limbs and fingers and mouths and even our... Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2014 at Sparkwood & 21