Brown steel doors rumbled and split open as George entered the grocery store to buy avocados. His wife’s words emerged on the glowing screen: “Get organic or don’t come home.” He removed a plastic basket from the tower by
Category: Fall 2017
And then there’s Tom who liked to boast “I think I’m a ghost…” Next week we will lift a drink and toast to Tom Who disappeared a year and a week ago. You say it’s a sin to eat
using poetry and music to ensnare the mind soft spun words worming into the psyche words to please words to appease polished rounded edges of slithering syllables ideas meant for all or none how to discern between or betwixt
“It’s fitting the old bastard was found with his dong in his hand.” “Charming, Tom.” “It happens, Charlotte. Even the best of us stand there taking a whiz, backs to the weather—never give it a thought. A big wave
a kind of freedom lives in yellow and indigo a bit of hate remains in the stickiness of sidewalks on small brown, slick, freeze-pop fingers balls of gold glow less and so too inhibitions of bare-skinned limbs
I believe birds could be louder if they tried a little harder. All this requires that they leave their fragile homes cloistered by the trees and really use the air in their plush breasts. Robins could wail and swallows
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