Watered Silk
The moon will see it all…
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Gollum Jr. with a side of Plato
I don’t think I hate myself that much more than the average person hates themselves…
A Rendezvous on the Beach
After midnight there was no traffic on the road separating the condo from the beach but we couldn’t see the ocean; we could only hear the waves slapping the sand. “I think that’s Orion’s Belt,” I commented as though I knew the constellations well. Above were zillions of stars in a moonless night. Jane had […]
Her Silent Language
You feel that way, in the shadows, as people walk by. A dream and a dream again upon the sounds of the city. Your body unwinds, strands of clear gelatin that move toward a large pipe grating and your face is creamy brown like a camel hair coat. On an upper floor a couple talks […]
Pedestrian
I got close enough to see that Tom’s black and white Adidas track suit had just come off the rack…
Weeds
the little things we do for each other…
Mr. Tinker Tries to Make a Deal
Waiting for life to load… Mr. Tinker feels bad. Yesterday a woman said, “You look great.” Maybe, but he’s sick. Sometimes when a person begins to look younger, trimmer they might be in the first stages of illness: that wonderful time when weight disappears and the skin tightens, just before the life span collapses into […]
