They said I need to change the launch angle and split open the soil between the mound and the plate. That that could be a first step to eliminating lockjaw and cleaning up the wax out in the briar patch. Forget the moral, they announced, There are no contrails left for that And besides, the … Continue reading Barrels
HE TAKES LONG DRAGS off his cigarette while driving his pickup truck down the rain-wet road, slick and dark as a whale’s back. The yellow, sodium-vapor glow of streetlights filter through the late-night drizzle and glint off the scar on his forearm—old, yet babyflesh smooth, sharing canvas space with the tattoo of a stained glass … Continue reading Mirrors
Sparkling new blue sneakers, the smell of typewriter ribbon, rainbow sherbet sunset, cold bicycle metal. Dawn & dew & paperboy ink stains. Cafeteria vending machine, cotton socks, green coach shorts, mop buckets, a radio, the Bee Gees then Frank Sinatra, lunch breaks & the bar after work. Broken dishwasher, a little orange light blinking E:020. … Continue reading While Falling From The Barn Roof
Considering all the ways you made me squeak: the chatoyancy of a marble paper weight, slice & slip to land beside a weeping candle — I was soft faced & dark handed. Remembering all the ways I could die: a long distant cat thorough through ripe grapes as shiny as pearls — we weren't talking … Continue reading The Garden
I stepped off the bus and the giant green tube of toothpaste followed me. “It’s not because you have yellow teeth,” it said. “Ok then what?” “It’s because you’re a good listener.” I felt played. Who says that if they’re not after something? My teeth felt furry. Like I needed to brush them. I had … Continue reading Toothpaste Hot Chase
The morning is foggy. I can barely see the road ahead of my car. I drive toward the babysitter’s house and turn a punk rock song loud and my kids giggle and we sing together. I’ve been doing better lately. We arrive and we hug and kiss and say goodbye and I leave for work … Continue reading I Miss You, I Love You
I wonder what it’s like to be you, claws and all attentive only to a tidepool beneath this sky of-all-things I envy your pocketless-ness and the other folds you lack for collecting trepidations there is no malignancy of words in shallow water no dashed hopes no fickle dreams it’s just you — solitary — spinning … Continue reading The Hermit
I know my better selves exist because sometimes they strike out blindly and sometimes they say, Look what you made me do. If it's not synchrony then it's simultaneity. If it's not instantaneous then it's a process hence carcinogenic. Who was that masked man? How great-American the novel that spans twenty thousand generations! Willows wallowing … Continue reading Alchemy
As January’s sun, appearing hot through glass, desire is predicated on taking accurate temperature and my mercury is risen. More trees are willows than you might think, my body is catkins, buds, so much has changed since you visited the neighborhood, I’ve built a park I thought you’d like and that you’ve never seen. All … Continue reading Refraction
I. Compare & contrast: ● invulnerability ● already broken II. Choose the Right Answer: 1. All life is a death sentence 2. Death does not have wings III. Please respond below. _________________________________ BLANK SPACES ARE BULLETPROOF suffocated shots — SAM ALEC Sam Alec is a mostly unknown artist currently residing in the San Francisco Bay … Continue reading Mid-Life Pop Quiz