What Did You Find There?
From memory. Florida/1996. Christmas Day. A collective of pink condominiums set in squares around a section of Intracoastal Waterway. *** I see myself, hands thrust into the pockets of my…
Unspoken
I'm not much of a letter writer. I never feel I have the time to sit and write when it's quicker to pick up the phone and call someone. But,…
Child Of Storms
There is a warm slow breeze connected by a thread, a breath, a whispered voice; a faint kiss brushing the cheek and drawing itself up, a wobbly child’s careful…
Attitude Is Everything
Someone at the Midsummer Gathering muttered 'breeder' as they passed my stand. Another ambled by and said 'bratgetter'. I was sitting on a metal chair in front of my…
Empty Space To Fill
The blocked writer's notebook lays open before him. He has read, been told, been warned there is no such thing as a blocked writer. This is a myth. 'Your block…
Love, Like Stew
My shithead ex-boyfriend and that black hole he calls a stomach. They’re both outside again. Third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. Another…
At Love’s Altar
You have come here unsure of all the reasons why. Flown across an ocean, the contrails of your previous life creating an ever-retreating wake. You have followed a…
Departures
Someone breaks into your studio in the attic. They take money and jewelry and a tray of lettuce. You call a friend to change the lock and the…
Comparison
On the outskirts of town, in a building that once contained small offices: an accountant, an herbalist, a criminal lawyer, there lived a…
The Pod
Up here, as high and vast as you can travel. Through a crack in this moonlit night, past constellations bearing witness to the passing of eons, the birth…