She cracked the air with her words, split the trees from their bough, tore stars from their night. Love fell from a thrown disc of sun to fill the back of his eyes. The courtyard framed the wetted stone for its own pleasure, and when pleasure met fate, all was dreamt and loamy about. And … Continue reading Art
Inside my dream, a dream. A cat sunning itself in the bay window. A small party. Silk, satin, some other materials. There are strangers who have loved me. There are lovers who have left me. I have written tirelessly about both. Fast traffic. Wet snow. The sound of acrylic nails tapping on a wooden bar-top … Continue reading Listen, I Need To Tell You Something
Trash Day is always an accomplishment: I lug those full, stinking cans to the curb like I’m walking down the red carpet in an underfunded coronation for conquering another week, having spent the last seven days alternating between washing dishes and disarming intercontinental ballistic missiles buried beneath my home state: It was Monday I was … Continue reading The Disarmament
Flipping between Leno and Letterman, ironing his shirts in his boxers by the glow of far-away soundstages, periodically walking a few feet from the board to the bed to close my eyes with his hand and tell me there’s a hundred bricks all over my body – Your arms are feeling verrrry heavy and suddenly … Continue reading My Father’s Late Nights