There is always that sort of sentence, that word about my lovers who are partly or wholly unbalanced Presentation Yes, she presents well, not all the time, but sometimes and when she does, you only get a small dose of radiation, perhaps turning the eyes slightly aglow The bad times are different, they’re ghastly, and […]
“There is a DEAD MOUSE in my SMOOTHIE!” Dinah screamed at her new assistant. “Here, give it to me. I’ll get rid of the critter,” the girl said taking the cup from Dinah’s hand. She then thrust thumb and forefinger into the liquid and pulled forth the rodent by its tail. “Here you […]
At precisely 2:20 pm on February 2, 2020 Parole Officer Moss Goodie got a message that Girl Pokey was waiting in the lobby to see her. Because she was superstitious about such things Moss Goodie googled the date and sure enough, it was the end of the world. “I got the second chapter of The […]
What am I going to end my sentence with?
I slept on the floor last night, the tiny weather in the corner upset with me, raining cold disease into tea cups, throwing down lightning bolts at the floor mice, and I could feel Black Lives Matter marching up my leg, towards my injured neck, shouting about premium cotton for the thin fingers of English […]
Climbing up the peak, past where I fell, and reaching the top. I am happy to be alive, to think, to compose, to pull depression out of the bodies of people whom I love. Long ropes and metal hooks are my tools and I cast them across the oceans and the deserts, into the busy […]
She was Dutch and I met her at a party. Holland started exploding when she left, one block of cheese at a time. My mountain boots were the perfect match for my yellow checkered suit, the one I’d bought before leaving home. All around us mouths talked and laughed. There was a song about a […]
The old woman slept on that foggy morning of fossilized snow, fearful in her turning, and lace cloth crept barefoot down the halls, through the doors, across the Persian rugs where the cats curled The sun was banished and we waited in our dreams for coffee and hot wine My happiness blinked as I rolled […]
Poetry, prose, a rip in the skin and the words are drops and little streams of red pepper and salt that add to the plastic bags of glucose, plasma, horse syringes filled with drugs and there is the flutter of critical opinion from London and New York, Paris and Rome, and they are black numbers […]
The call came, you waited every night, every day, and then it came, something from an alien ship guided by a million doll eyes What are you doing, she says, oh, nothing, just thinking about the power of trances, how they might fire cities, or help baby birds push out of egg shells Are you […]
