Deaf Day by Oline Eaton

The daughter was told that bad ears ran in her family. That’s why she was so close to her otolaryngologist as a kid. She’d had a zillion ear infections in infancy. Tubes were put in and taken out. Her tonsils were taken out and the tubes were put back in. For all of 1990, her eardrum wept blood. Every Thursday, the mother picked the daughter up from school and they …continue…

The Slovenian by Oline Eaton

I’m sitting on the stoop of a church discussing subliminality with the Slovenian man I met on the street ten minutes prior, when he flagged me down to ask if I’d ever considered doing Neo-Futurist Theater because my nose had the curvature and wisdom of a Native American’s. A theater/film/sketcher/slashie person, the Slovenian is preoccupied with reality and truth. He believes everything is made better by being on the stage. …continue…

Photographers Snip, Snap

Five years ago, I gave my first autograph. On an average Tuesday, I had ventured into the Chicago rain, black hair blowing in the wind. Suddenly a hand clasped my arm. It was a girl. She was wearing those pants where you can tell- even from the front- that there’s writing on the back, and she stood there clutching my arm. Because the sidewalk in front of The Weiner’s Circle …continue…

This is what it feels like to be dumped by a girl

The Actress stood barefoot in the hallway, discoursing on what great respect she had for me even though we could no longer be friends. I leaned against the door frame, tugging at a pair of too-short shorts I would not have been wearing had I known she was going to be on the other end of the knock at the door. We were friends and had been writing a play …continue…