After you left, I fell back asleep. To the sound of rain on the metal roof, the infinite gray like predawn skies that stretch into the afternoon, the faded light through the green gauze curtains, the low window shaded in the raspberry canes. The whole world was singing me a lullaby- tap tap, pitter patter, … Continue reading after you left
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i went shopping
P U R C H A S E D: A pair of boat shoes, new-old, brown leather, dark and soft, unintentionally like moccasins, with stiff laces that betray their poor quality, although I suspect that all shoes, good and bad, come from the same place; the place of plastic and glue; and they are scented … Continue reading i went shopping
after eating
After eating I feel fatigued (don’t ask why) and so instead of going to hip-hop dance class I lay in the hammock and try and soak up the beauty as much as I can, I am too tired to read my book about birds’ nests in winter. The sun is warm and damp and angled … Continue reading after eating
This is the first time I have ever been published by someone other than myself.
I've got a story in Rolling Thunder #8, the Fall issue. It's magical realism, a total winner, and has never come within fifteen feet of the internet. The story features Pie, Pie With Ice Cream, An Invisible Snare Drum, The Thing That Cannot Be Everything, and has cameos by Dude In A Pickup Truck and … Continue reading This is the first time I have ever been published by someone other than myself.
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I watched in awe as the bicycle floated past. I, a humble toaster oven, in the great flood of Tuesday afternoon. A biblical flood, for sure, but really, was there any other sort? I’d gathered crumbs for ages now, decades, and I’d had plenty of time for thoughts. Now, it seemed, something was finally happening. … Continue reading But how?
Dream
Dream We were on the rushing beach, in the pitch dark, the milky way above us, the great river of stars- and squatted on our heels, where the tide met the dry sand, and I was piling wet stones in your fingers- and the night was endlessly dark, and empty- empty! And I knew that … Continue reading Dream
For Pearl
Pearl lay sprawled, limp, in the fallen oak leaves, the mid-September heat warming the coarse white hair on his side. Orange spots drifted like continents across his ribcage, and on his belly the pink and black mottling of skin could be seen. Oh, the mystery of dogs! His side rose and fell with each breath, … Continue reading For Pearl
not a day
I have so many things to do, in this wet and golden month, warm month, swampy month. Set the course of all eternity! I am, somehow, responsible for all of it. I do not know how these things fall on me. The nostalgic planet! The incredible richness and variety of human friends! It makes me … Continue reading not a day
Anonymous father
Anonymous father let me be your prodigal son I need a bucket for my inspiration an alley milk-crate a paint bucket a vessel I need something to hold it if you are my training wheels, I can’t bicycle without you you are the unexpected warmth of ten hundred suns you are my sudden good fortune … Continue reading Anonymous father
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