Seen from the ground, the palm trees stand about five meters apart from one another in the oscillating sand. Yet up above, open in green bursts and never straying from their center and point of departure, their leaves unfold and join into a single frond articulated by multiple chlorophylls. The edges of their leaves remain … Continue reading Vanishing Point
THE HUNCHBACK WHO SERVED my coffee this morning put a hex on me. Either that, or I'm getting clumsy in my old age. There is a Tim Hortons dark roast stain on my crotch and Boston Cream filling is burrowing its way into the fibers of my herringbone vest like a mole. Stained, I drive … Continue reading This Job Will Kill Me (Today)
I met a gentleman of extraordinary intelligence and wit. Someone with vast experience who made boastful claims about famous historical friends. He bent over and whispered importantly “He who says history does not repeat, simply hasn’t lived long enough.” I bought him another absinthe. And paid for the gypsies to play once more. — PAUL … Continue reading Hanging Out With Count St. Germain
HE WAS TWELVE the first time he ran away. It wasn’t a home – which carried an inference he couldn’t yet begin to fathom. It was a house – sitting atop a hill in a neighborhood, population 6,000, thereabouts. A wide dirt road, ripe with rocks and rubble, wound through the neighborhood. This was not … Continue reading Highway Blue
It’s made its nest here in the central mind. It spreads its metal wings, and lays its plastic eggs leaving its engine on — you scarcely hear the whisper of your wife even though every window’s closed, the moon passing alone, the last of stars extinguished by the haze of morning, before the first long … Continue reading The Machine
the word that always springs to mind is d e s t r o y — hot fire licks my soot-clogged throat, sluggish cells struggle upstream in syrupy veins, & the perpetually peeking sun drowns me like a rash & sloppy pour inspired by tepid dreams, icy shame, & a half-forgotten past that haunts me … Continue reading The Magic School Bus slipped inside me but never broke its way back out
TOM LINED THE CROSSHAIRS of his Ruger’s scope on the hump of tattered gray-and-brown hair. The arched back peeked above the snow bluff, moving ever so slightly, the head of the creature likely burrowing in search of a meal. It was mid-winter when the snow was deepest and food scarce. Animals had to be resourceful. … Continue reading American Jackal
She wears jeans with flowers and lace and watches the fascinating games of men, football, soccer, sundry other competitions. She wants to write the ballad of too late, where they strike iron when reality has cooled way down and merely makes a sound but not much difference, all the while knowing that, though nobody looks, … Continue reading Game Night
BOTTOM OF THE 4TH and we’re up two, but they got guys at first and third, two out. We were out of the inning but Palmer dropped a third strike and threw the ball into right field trying to get the runner at first. From the dugout I can hear him muttering, “Fucking stupid, fucking … Continue reading Coaching
I’m not like you, I think as I timidly take one of three remaining seats. I already know I am mistaken, though. I am the white-haired woman with the walker and the fluid bottle attached to her arm and the belly spilling forward. I am the skinny blonde sitting next to me. I am the … Continue reading On The Bus