Jonathan Cardew

In Reseda

In Reseda The sky is ugly today, dead gray. The ocean smells  of trash, and fish. In Reseda, in the unfamiliar foreign waters of LA, a young woman I knew from treatment  has died. I'm more angry  than anger can do. I'm so tired  of this. The sudden loss, the overdose,...

Sometimes it doesn’t come back

“Let’s expose our authentic selves,” Ellen’s boomerang lover Ben says as he strips down to his underwear in the middle of the street after they stumble out of the bar. “Here I am, Seattle! Naked and unafraid!” “Then you’d better reveal everything,” she replies,...

A Cento (Untitled)

The moon in lonely alleys make a madman in rapture the human contours are so easily lost, and they have to travel down the strange falling scale straddle a chaos and beget a world.   Who flutter around the careless, of suns and worlds and spaces with doctoring,...

Windsong

Windsong   I.   Horse-toothed pianos Pound out pitch keyed laughter   Beautiful noise from tired hands & hitch-glitching memory   It slips through the sentinel cattails & cartwheels across the summer stillness of this, our nameless pond...

Baja Roads Part I

Baja Roads - Part 1 I feel cold glass pressing on my cheek as I rise to consciousness. There are traffic sounds. Where am I? I loosen my seat belt, it had been cutting into my thigh and left a red mark just below my shorts. I hear someone talking. "I'm pulling over at...

Manifest Destiny

Manifest Destiny Stopping in Tucumcari was always the plan. To see do be feel nothing but the cheapest hotel sheets imaginable. To park in the big sky lot, back up close to the window, exchange cash with a weird nod to the grumpy Motel receptionist, use that ice...

My Therapist is in Love with Me (Again)

My Therapist is in Love with Me (Again)   I knew it after the first session, seeing the way his eyes swam, bulged, floated and stuck on me like leaches, absorbing every possible bit of my sweat and blood. He was the chair-facing-chair type, no desk or barrier,...

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