winter weather advisory has taken over the town and now the wind blown streets cover again waiting to be cleared of last nights debris. winter weather advisory has taken over the house and the windows are leaking cold air into the bedroom, causing sniffles in the morning and enemy sheets waiting to warm. winter weatherContinue reading “no rest for the moon”
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Submarine Bulk
The rocky channel divides the ocean unknown from protected shoreline, the passing boat will move through to open waters that may eventually run through mangroves, miles away, tall rooted above muddy water, home to amphibians and parasites, food for bugs and maybe fish, shitting back into water, water that moves somewhere deeper with the current,Continue reading “Submarine Bulk”
Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries
Had the office set up for two months before I ever sat at the desk, next to the fishtank where algae tarnished the glass and the bookshelf overflowed with old books and dust, and sitting there at the keyboard I did not feel good, wanting to weep at my failures, the passage of time andContinue reading “Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries”
Northern Lights
Brought the Bhavagad Gita on a weekend trip to the mountains but didn’t read a page, arguing about bullshit instead. Each night I experienced a lucid dream, one with three dimensional t-rexes reaching across my brothers bunk, one with a shadowed man, silhouetted, tapping on the window glass. During the day the dog swam forContinue reading “Northern Lights”
Secrets
Graffiti on the bridge reads, “ADULTHOOD IN A NUTSHELL: The light inside has broken but I still work.” On the desk Mr. Potato head looks funny in his spectacles, so I laugh. Box fan on low, pointed in my general direction, secret bedroom door shining light from the cracks while boxsprings creak in rhythm; letContinue reading “Secrets”
Young Again
All of the college girls are home for summer and I plan to impregnate them all to save us both from the circular conversations about backpacking in Europe and where to live and if grad school is a good idea and how to “just live” for a while. I plan to impregnate them all soContinue reading “Young Again”
Catch, Kill, Repeat
After driving a new lady home and fucking her in the driveway where her husband and eight-year-old slept inside, after hearing horror stories of depression and eating disorders, I drove home lonely wondering why lilies open and close and why flies only live for a day or two and why sleeping with your feet pointingContinue reading “Catch, Kill, Repeat”