For the first time in a long time I’m listening to the radio – I am new to this city and familiar with only my body – the DJs are still beat up over the unearthing of jazzy Lazarus.
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Category: Fall 2019
These were the gasping remains of those who came and went. There were solar powered lights lining the pathway of a Southwest style home. They glowed in the desert for no one. There was
What defense for having spent six minutes of life watching Dog Hand-Fed Corn on the Cob three times? That I viewed Japanese Girl Coaxing Elephant to Poop Her Smart Phone just once?
My bedroom was narrow, barely seven feet across. It had a window overlooking the street. All the way up the street there were similar houses converted to apartments in a student ghetto. In a
“The mosquito,” Uncle George once said, “is better off with a moose.” What he meant was, better off with moose blood than human, because we lack what mosquitoes like.
Beside me you stir, sigh as you stretch. Outside, clouds roll past like your breath, crossing the sky between my shoulders. I’ve got places to be, but there’s still a little time, so I settle into the heaven of
Tresses of the night sky hang over her face, obscuring her features. She is madness, and she calls the turbulent waves, forming a riptide beneath the surface. She is half-full, half-empty, this moon. Is
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura. -Dante Canto I Midway—or a little longer—upon the journey of our life, he found himself in a gloomy wood. Too
After divorcing my father, mom married Hank. He was an alcoholic, but I preferred him drunk. It was the only time he’d speak to me in anything but monosyllabic directives. We moved into Hank’s
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