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 [...]
“The Pleasure of Texas” appears in the Fall, 2019 issue of Nixes Mate Review. “Not Too Close” is in Prometheus Dreaming, October 11, 2019. “Long Haul” [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
