The Lamp
He had never before stood in such an open space. On all sides was grainy light brown vastness greedily engulfed at the edges by an infinite blue pierced only by a white disc of heat. He, the small house, the yellow sedan
Chew, Chew, Chew
The blade of his knife penetrated the outer shell of the meat and slid in between the sinews, cutting the little strings of pink tissue apart, causing the flow of saliva in his mouth to increase. The blade took one
Chew, Chew, Chew
The blade of his knife penetrated the outer shell of the meat and slid in between the sinews, cutting the little strings of pink tissue apart, causing the flow of saliva in his mouth to increase. The blade took one
Planes
I remember the first time we kissed. After two weeks of being smashed against each other and six other people in a van that was deemed unsafe from everyone from the SFPD to a drunken potbellied, knee sock wearing, Arizona gallery owner, defying death at the hands of winding mountain roads, alcohol poisoning, and the bar owners in San Diego whose lovely vinyl bar I’d taken a key to in some smiling fit of protest and robbed of at least thirty percent of its stuffing, we kissed. We kissed after staying at the all white house in Las Vegas, in the all white planned community, filled with stuffed unicorns and fake ivy, The Princess Bride at the ready in both of the DVD players, and towers of dog food at the ready in the garage but no dog. After hustling our way in and out of casinos and shot gunning beers in car chases. After a noisy house show in a basement in Reno, where they told me Las Vegas carpets look the way they do to hide the vomit of drunken slot machine players. When you dropped me off at the airport I felt like I was leaving one way I could have lived my life.
Planes
I remember the first time we kissed. After two weeks of being smashed against each other and six other people in a van that was deemed unsafe from everyone from the SFPD to a drunken potbellied, knee sock wearing, Arizona gallery owner, defying death at the hands of winding mountain roads, alcohol poisoning, and the bar owners in San Diego whose lovely vinyl bar I’d taken a key to in some smiling fit of protest and robbed of at least thirty percent of its stuffing, we kissed. We kissed after staying at the all white house in Las Vegas, in the all white planned community, filled with stuffed unicorns and fake ivy, The Princess Bride at the ready in both of the DVD players, and towers of dog food at the ready in the garage but no dog. After hustling our way in and out of casinos and shot gunning beers in car chases. After a noisy house show in a basement in Reno, where they told me Las Vegas carpets look the way they do to hide the vomit of drunken slot machine players. When you dropped me off at the airport I felt like I was leaving one way I could have lived my life.
The Lamp
He had never before stood in such an open space. On all sides, was a grainy light brown vastness greedily engulfed at the edges by an infinite blue. He, the small house, the yellow sedan with the faux-oak panels, and
Restless
I have a recurring dream. We are sitting in my bed, cross-legged, facing each other. Our eyes are closed and , though I am actively in the dream, I am also watching it unfold. It is dark and you pull
The Funny Thing
Their apartment was a sea of beautiful weeping women; pairs of dance partners clinging to each other for support, separating only long enough to switch partners, and begin their trembling dance again. You look for the funny things, like the
The Funny Thing
Their apartment was a sea of beautiful weeping women; pairs of dance partners clinging to each other for support, separating only long enough to switch partners, and begin their trembling dance again. You look for the funny things, like the
The Telling
He stood at the edge of the field closest to the town and took in what sprawled out ahead of him. He drew a hot mouthful of air in through his mask. He imagined green stalks reaching up to the
The Telling
He stood at the edge of the field closest to the town and took in what sprawled out ahead of him. He drew a hot mouthful of air in through his mask. He imagined green stalks reaching up to the
The Impediment
She could conjure up the moon in a breath, the world with a roll of her tongue. She screamed in bursts of color, laughed in prisms, and lamented sheets of rain. A haze of color would spill from her mouth,
The Impediment
She could conjure up the moon in a breath, the world with a roll of her tongue. She screamed in bursts of color, laughed in prisms, and lamented sheets of rain. A haze of color would spill from her mouth,
