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Lost at sea again. Somewhere in the fog navigates and owl and a pussycat in a pea green boat. Silver fish with excitable hovering fins make cursive letters as they dart about your oars ( Read more... )

Hiding so long in the pantry closet that my knees are chapped red. Pins and crawling needles through knuckles. This is the best hiding place, next only to the large oak with a gnarled hollow in it's belly. Here is where my mother keeps her carefully pressed dresses and a hatbox full of her favourite nail polish. From between the slats you can see ( Read more... )

Here, poured from a rusted can of peaches... is the golden anointing oil syruped over the mouth of his other lover. She has a plain smock dress made of nearly white fibers. Coarse to the touch. Her hair is is like the fine silk the corn huskers bring home on the undersides of their boots, slightly trodden ( Read more... )

Last night at the five and dime, corner of O'Farell. Four cold slugs unloaded into the proverbial 'some guy's chest. They had to use enough caution tape to tie knots around the whole block. There was a time where I'd have been smoking a cigarette on the fire escape, shaking my head as they loaded Mr. Guy into the ambulance ( Read more... )

A smear of your lipstick and pink cake frosting clouding the spoon you left on the table. Here I am on my fourth margarita. The crumpled wrapping fistfuls of wrapping paper are like fitful bursts of color in the corner of my vision ( Read more... )

I thought profound truths might comfort me. That if intent was true, we could see our ways past labyrinthian misunderstandings. That we could never be wrong if what we said to each other was said in the honest tenor of how we felt and perceived things. And if we are not to speak in that language that evokes human emotion then what outrageous hurt ( Read more... )

At six, she chewed off ( Read more... )