The dream went this way: we were dancing on a diving board the size of a runway. In my waking life someone insisted that feminine emotions are equivocal to the unfathomable depths of mythological sea...
I’ve watched my shadow change when I walk at night. It is colder now, and the additional bundling gives my puppet a top-heavy saunter. I sense an alteration in my breath as the air becomes shar...
To think that I hid a relationship throughout high school, fearing my parents would forbid the union and now I discover it was the ardent hope of mother’s that I would marry him. My. She claims...
A book in hand. Their Eyes Were Watching God. And he, poor thing, sitting adjacent me gripping a Starbucks cup seen too many refills, counting the empty penthouses above us mouths loud enough for me ...
Leaving for France when the year turns! Je pense qu’il est temps de partir. I may or may not start posting in French. I’ll wait for that. I don’t think I have any French readers. If...
A fellow patron who comes to the bar often enough reminded me that I need to be writing everyday. He said, “You can’t expect to go months and months [silent] and one day,” (hands ge...
This morning George spent half an hour staring at his reflection in the mirror holding a facial expression meant to smooth the skin just below the recessive points at his hairline. This is accomplish...
A tunnel separates The valley from the lake The surpentine slide of my finger Almost feels the rain on the other side of the glass And the overpass, or, impass Whatever thinks the driver. There’...
Many of you are wondering, I’m sure (you better be) how my training for the Odyssey is coming along. So, last week I ran out my front door with the entire discography of Radiohead and Crystal C...
I have written about my spiritual life in the past, or more specifically, the rejection of Mormonism and its consequential moral canons to take its place. I have not, however, had an in depth discuss...
For a late breakfast, what some might call “lunch,” I was browsing my roommate’s bookcase for something to go with my cereal when I noticed a paperback copy of Red, White, and Drunk...
when he bleeds he bleeds a dial tone the numbers a guess she might not be home- another chair but no, but no he cannot go there Another chair, a seat, a throne Still it comes to him he knows That hop...
He doesn’t need to prove to me the existence of other dimensions The line racing mine Weaving all celestial bodies almost close enough to touch Like lovers folding into each other a hair’...
I am first a story You enter in media res In the eye of the storm And so confident of eternal peace Let’s not be too hasty Might my path re-merge with wind? Not whither, but when The bass rever...
She took a small drink and thought, “My life is only his.” The shadows of the mulled wine broke And left an imprint on her kiss. How warm the red inside her blissful head. “Make sure you dance,” she ...
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