The eleventh commandment, the goodbye of the hourglass, the way he carries himself making sense with the bullet pieces he’s been carrying in his left shoulder ( Read more... )

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I look down at the gasoline circles in my favorite parking space, the idyllic bravery coming into place after all. I’ll put the recipient’s hand over my own mouth and explain, I say aloud, with such an awkward mix of conviction and embarrassment that I think the clouds even saw me. I am staying inside tomorrow ( Read more... )

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At breakfast the next morning he considered taking his wet clothes from the oven handlebar and moving again. Many of the weeks were like sorting through a crowd of faces you saw once, but visited too frequently with your narcotics to match occurrences to faces. “I’ve never been sailing,” he mentions while smoothing out the bumps in the wallpaper ( Read more... )

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Who thought it was such a good idea to throw bedsprings into the water? I am publicly announcing my belated ex-mass present to Jorge Albor, who is the recipient of one (1) journal reformat at his request! ( Read more... )

I woke with a splinter on my left hand and a fixed view out of a dirty window from the comfortable bed I had made for myself in the bathtub. “I haven’t showered since last year!” I thought to myself, and made my way out in to the kitchen in a fittingly thirsty fit ( Read more... )

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Boredom and slight sadness are a dangerous combination - possibly even riskier than vinegar and baking soda. I was a weekend, a sitting John Wilkes Booth in a theatre chair through the first act, twiddling a set of clumsy thumbs with my trigger fingers crisscrossing each other like two newlyweds asleep in their newly made bed. There’s a ropeswing ( Read more... )