But Not Always

Last night, the sky looked like a black lawn. I went to bed and had a fast dream. It might have meant something, I’m not sure.  It’s hard work salvaging scrap metal from flying bullets. I don’t [...]

The Truth About Love

Long ago, when music was rectangular, I was voted by my senior class “most likely to survive capital punishment.” Of course, there are many different kinds of love. Some are angry fun, others, a [...]

A Stabbing

Changed my prints, moved eleven times, learned to blend in with the crowd.  But there’s always something coming, no matter how good you get at looking over your shoulder.  In my front pocket, I [...]