Just the two of us, boy and girl, out in the rouge canoe, mid-bay, smooth as a pressed shirt, yet current insistent at our hull, when, impetuously, you throw both paddles overboard, and grin at [...]
At the laundromat, I can hold my breath for half-an-hour. I don’t know where one thought ends and another begins. Felicia has different colored wigs. One is cotton-candy pink. Once, she took me [...]
“A Disappearance” and “A Perfect Match.” appear in the March, 2020 issue of Right Hand Pointing “No Tomorrow” Hunger Mountain No. 23, 2019 “Little Leo” [...]
Yesterday, before the cocktail hour, I went shopping for loopholes. Bridget said it’s been her life-long dream to own one. Downtown, I felt like an animal lost in an animal city. So many [...]
The Pleasure of Texas No preposition should begin with a sentence, although as the Bible says, Is it the bartender’s job to keep you sober? In the war to end all wars, historical research [...]
Lucky Bullets I have skills I don’t know I have. An imitation of a lab experiment, I’m wide asleep. Jade says I look like a search party, lost. I tell her I’m crawling closer and closer toward [...]
Although my body is an anchor, it’s beginning to float. The darkness is a dim, fragile music. When I speak, things unhappen. If you listen, carefully, you may hear voices in my skin. [...]
Cotton-Candy Pink At the laundromat, I can hold my breath for half-an-hour. I don’t know where one thought ends and another begins. Felicia has different colored wigs. One is cotton-candy [...]
In the front yard, sunburned, shirtless, Picasso mows the blue grass. The petulant scythe shaves close the lawn’s picture plane. The cloudless sky, is the color of a window. In the mind’s eye, [...]
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 [...]
