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 [...]
“Little Leo” a 100-word story appears in The Drabble, January 2, 2020 “Like an Accident” and “Dinner Party, American Journal of Poetry, January, 1 2020 “Sphinx” appears in [...]
I’m happening, now. I can’t stop myself. It’s always TV about food or food about TV. I’m employed, yes, but not gainfully. Maybe it’s better to start every conversation with a question? [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
