THE CAT WAS BACK, which was fine with Sanders because he sure as hell wasn’t getting any writing done. Hadn’t the whole time he’d been here. Blame the cold, the rain, and now the cat. Even when it was dry, the magnificent desolation of North Wales distracted him, too. This soaked, mewling, clay-colored cat gargoyled … Continue reading A Man Without Prudence
Step inside and smash the first round of contents down. Justwhen you think you can’t take any more shit you find more canfit. Your container will need to be filled indiscriminately.Trashed. Suggested ingredients include: unpaid parking tickets,dogshit, someone else’s syringes, apologetic birthday cards,empty bottles, bottles filled with flammable liquid, and a rope fora molotov cocktail. … Continue reading Self Portrait As Dumpster Fire
DAVID SOLOMON TURNED into the hotel parking lot shortly after seven o’clock in the evening, but the summer sun held brightly in the sky. He pulled up to the main entrance, turned off the car, and stepped out. As he did, a young boy, maybe seventeen, rushed out through the automatic sliding glass doors, pushing … Continue reading Two Funerals
I sent my kite up high above the apple trees, their blossoms brimming with the nectar of the gods. In the Royal Dragoons, you never had a prayer of getting a kite up, what with the reins in one hand, a saber in the other, and the sky above the battlefield so still and full … Continue reading Kite
I have had worse summers. I have sprayed fuck police On the back of a bus that said Free Humanity on it and Slept with plenty of cops and I have sat on hot stoops Icing my forearms praying against everything. I think of my happiest moments when happiness was elsewhere And I begged the … Continue reading Sonnet In Anger
AMBER WAS CONTEMPLATING life and the processes of nature as she rocked on the porch, enjoying the spring breeze. Surrounded by tender green leaves, blue sky, and cumulous clouds, she was trying to solve a persistent problem, an obstacle that threatened to block her passage into the life of her dreams. This dilemma, besides being … Continue reading Dented Tin Box
On the way home from Tina’s detention, air smokes like fire ate flowers, a whole field of wild, colors stolen for ash. “Why on Earth did you swallow those moths?” Tina’s mother asks. “You ate Lee’s entire science project. All stages!” she exclaims, before the car returns to silence. Tina remains numb like words were … Continue reading Luminous
WHEN THE FIRST SHELLS fall nearby, the early afternoon prayer is underway. I am explaining to young Khaled why his mistake was due to the incorrect verb usage. “You wrote, It rain in autumn. It should be, It rains in autumn. If the subject is he, she or it, the correct verb is rains, … Continue reading Autumn Rain(s)
“You don’t count the dead when God’s on your side.” ~ Bob Dylan Your tanks are pure metal, impenetrable, yet they stall out over open ground, gauges collapsing at the glint of a mine. Confused by local road signs, they bumble into nameless crossroads in deep snow, lose their way in the dense forests … Continue reading Tanks
OUR FAMILY LEARNED of my father's death, or non-death, I suppose, through FedEx. My son found the package abandoned in a puddle by the garage. My wife opened it at the kitchen table. I was in the other room and curious as to why she was not saying what was inside, and when I came … Continue reading Sincerely, Dad