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 [...]
“Lucky Bullets” is in Vol. xii, No.12 (April, 2019) of Third Wednesday. “Pascal’s Wager in Orlando,” appears in Into the Void, April ,2019 “Desert Motel” [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
I’m wearing flammable clothing. Also wearing the inflammable clothing. You can’t be too careful. Although it’s not posted, I’m driving the exact speed limit. It must have snowed last night, [...]
I had my doubts, so I followed myself around for a few days. Legally, I was within my rights. Like an angry mosquito, an invisible, persistent buzzing rang in my ears. It wouldn’t stop. Then I [...]
I’m the kind of person who water can’t wait to drown. Occasionally, I mistake an inanimate object for a pet, but no harm done. Thursday, I stopped by the funeral home, just briefly, to heckle. At [...]
I’ve never been accused of the reckless abandonment of a body, although I have twice donated mine to science. If you listen carefully to the apparatus of the clouds, you’ll hear the sky [...]
You left in July, and it was a pretty fast slide down the rung-less ladder, after that. By January, the bank took back the house, and I was living in my station wagon and working part-time for [...]
