The body jerks. Leaves shaken. A breath of hot anger exhales, turns into a sigh, turns into a wondering -- what’s it gonna take? This time? The eyes gleam to an empty ceiling, turn to two smiles, peak to love and, flowers on concrete, fall again into broad, hail confusion. Do near misses with Death make you want to die? The way near misses with success make you want to? The way near misses with Love make you want to die?…
Read MoreHe’d hurried onto the plane after everyone was seated, his long gray hair shaped like a triangle around his head, appearing as a strange halo behind him. He was about five feet tall, and he had to reach his arms all the way up when he stuffed his mauve faux-leather sack, which was peeling with age, into the last known overhead spot. He sat down with a light glumph and clicked the seat’s buckle. The massive albatross put its fat head down and flapped down the long runway…
Read MoreCool minutes cling to dry rain gutters, gather and grow like a great web until each house on the street connects with pre-morning lace, an icy layer between rooftops…
Read More…the ways in which I would never see again, truncated like the picture you know so well, yet the only one you may ever own, the mystery of the horrible ways in which I may live tomorrow if the truth is what was happening here…
Read More“Do you still think there’s more stuff than space?” she asked. “Maybe somewhere. Far away…”
Read MoreIn August 1990, minutes after the last lightning bolt shook the window panes and tickled the mini blinds, Mom and Dad runaways for the night…
Read MoreBut let’s all be honest here, if we can. Let’s try that antique practice we once knew. Let’s speak the truth. None of us could blame him. None of us ever wanted to look away…
Read MoreOutside the bus station today there were these two fugly dogs going at it, just going right at it on the sidewalk there…
Read MoreIt’s dark outside, and I can’t see the sky. We are all there is to look at…
Read MorePart one. Confess love so beautiful it should be forbidden. This will probably take up most of your time…
Read MoreDear God, make me a man, or at least seem like one to Samantha Rockwood.
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