I STUMBLE TOWARD SHORE, my teeth clacking together like musical spoons. After carrying me just a few yards, my wobbly pins introduce me face-first to the sand. I lie in a shivering heap and wait for the late afternoon sun to broil the chills from my body. After the tremors abate, I hotfoot it to … Continue reading What Happens in BC
ascetics want to do nothing but peel in places where angels attach to an obsessive love but don’t eat their crust - they were first manufactured in the middle ages and, in today’s world, correspond to a warped mirror or an otolith scraped off the dung or a fracas of fern-like creatures or glow-worms made … Continue reading Ascetics
WE'RE ALL IN the same space and time, but experiencing different perspective realities. The woman next to me is prosaic. The guy behind me is screaming his esophagus out. And I’m bug-eyed with excitement because I know I’m the winner of a one-in-a-trillion experience. I’m always in the present, and that keeps me balanced and … Continue reading Bliss of Perspective Reality
a clean wind through broken windows shadows of clouds across the hills, the freeways, the bright green back yards saw you standing at the desert’s edge heard the weight of truth in your silence said we are fucked but so are our enemies and it wasn’t the drugs that made me smile it was the … Continue reading Crystal
I circled the sun with a lasso of figures in the dark, where every atom’s splitting. My fingers tingled, slowly growing numb. To make nothing, draw a circle around what isn’t there. Bless the hands in the mirror, whoever they belong to. Eat clouds when in the motherless air. Is a short time circular, fluttering … Continue reading Death Is A Tower (Cento)
SAM SAT IN HIS usual mom and pop on East Colfax waiting for his usual lunch. When the waitress arrived with the bowl of green chile stew he’d accidentally caught a glimpse of the TV screen on the wall to his right, his remaining eye side, showing the start of a horse race at Arapahoe … Continue reading The Inadvertent Adversary
The stars peck our eyes as the night’s chemical grin rises. The wind plants a good-luck kiss on your cheek. We climb down the ladder, my hands behind your knees as we clear the last rungs. We have always touched as strangers; now our hands slide around each other lizard-like in a dark kitchenette. A … Continue reading Baby’s On Fire
IT WAS THE DAYS, for me, of Succession. Two of them, thirty-nine episodes. You can imagine the distress. Amanda, alas, could not. The last of us came in gradual, episodic spurts and then suddenly (or however that goes). I remember vividly my disgust at her suggestion that Tom Wambsgans would emerge as Waystar RoyCo’s next … Continue reading Islands, In The Stream
Turns out the penthouse suite doesn’t suit me, too posh and roomy for my delicate tastes. Give me life’s honest feeling; the cold concrete and steel of burning basements; the creak of a cratered rooftop. Luxury reeks like a toxic tonic, a sick and sour salve to soothe self- inflicted wounds (ingredients include juice of … Continue reading Hymn to Riches
THE FIRST EIGHT HOURS were the best eight hours, when I still believed my lusty dreams would be fulfilled. Among the Amish, where I was born and raised, and up on Northstar, where I spent the better part two years, I’d marinated in high-octane fantasies of flesh and hair and spurting fluids, buttocks, breasts, and … Continue reading The Full Package