She told me please, you have to be kidding.  And when she wept the salt stung the dirt into shores, drowning ants like starfish.  I put my arm around her ( Read more... )

    He saw so many umbrellas when he fell from the sky that he thought the ground had grown a multitude of eyes.  They opened wide.  Dancing, water proof, multicolored vinyl beetles with pupils.  The rush of air pulled back his lips into an ironic smile that he caught in the windows of the building he had just jumped off of.
    Every night for two ( Read more... )

I can still see the hope that had declined with the hills.  Holding your hand as you slept, but it did not wake.  And so it was over.  My great grieving lungs had emptied.  All was blue, the room and you, and when I started to dream, when I let you go, the moon began to weep in through the window.  With wine I tried to drink myself back to sleep.  ( Read more... )

    Gerald turned his hat inside out because it wouldn't fit right on his awkwardly shaped head.  The library lingered behind him like a giant insect and he just huddled himself into his newspaper, just ignored everything.  A gargoyle growled and it started to rain.  The angels across the street turned their backs.  The architecture started to ( Read more... )

Trisha runs a quarter through her hair before depositing it, wondering where the coin had been before she touched it, whose hair had been there, and where their hair had been. Quickly she cleanses her hands with the squirt from a bottle of bacteria slaughtering soap, which she always keeps within arm's distance. Although with this sort of limited ( Read more... )

"He said 'I'm so fucking right about this and you assholes are finally coming to my side! This is it, guys, this is what we've been waiting for.' The Christmas lights of three blocks illuminated the creases in his jacket. He was borderline mythological, standing there making an epic speech at the end of his driveway, one speech among many that ( Read more... )

    When the sky was lifted she tucked her blanket under the hills.  And every cloud that passed kissed the underside of her arms.  She might ask to be the soil as her palms flatten the grains and grass.  She might ask to wake up high.  She might flutter the shutters in her eyes but she remembers ( Read more... )

    All the ways to take your vines to their wine, and still you're sober.  If the clouds could come and wet your skin would you flower?  I can not keep you in the dirt if the sky lets down its hair in rain.  You will grow until I am just a thought vibrating in a stem.  The distance like empty vessels on a windowsill.

   Through the classic board game sidewalks of kindergarten, through gardens where the plot was not.  A sun rose.  And it hung above her head, it was for her.  The curly cue curls of a freckled girl.  Were you too sad to see her grow up?  Well, she is still growing.  Like a photo being developed, a wine being aged.  Roses not yet thrown upon the ( Read more... )

    Pressed fingerprints into the wet paint of windowsills.  Every family that lives here after us will be touched ( Read more... )