crackled tongues of vitreous brains female my absent mind roving through dirty-sock K-Marts whirling with surreptitious gun-racked landscapes wracked gauzy with ruined teachers and gangly piney woods echoing phallus thoughts that ricochet holy, holy, wholly lost souls...
April 2022 Writing
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...
Jake’s Thumbs-Up West Coast Highway Bicentennial Travelogue
Jake has this thumbs-up thing buried deep in his bones, Maine to Seattle, then down to L.A…: ‘I gotta see what this hitch hiking thing’s all about, and what better time than a Bicentennial.’ Jake says. One can caution Jake, but he makes up his own mind. Jake’s...
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,...
West coast
West coast Never been to the American west coast, but I went to Vancouver when I was 15 The further west I have been ( in America) is arizona, Here i am, in a little town of Iowa, where I live since several years, doing nothing really serious ,just hanging out. I meet...
April Writing!
Fire Away!
Night Rides on Blue Roads East of Austin
crackled tongues of vitreous brains female my absent mind roving through dirty-sock K-Marts whirling with surreptitious gun-racked landscapes wracked gauzy with ruined teachers and gangly piney woods echoing phallus thoughts that ricochet holy, holy, wholly lost souls...
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...
Jake’s Thumbs-Up West Coast Highway Bicentennial Travelogue
Jake has this thumbs-up thing buried deep in his bones, Maine to Seattle, then down to L.A…: ‘I gotta see what this hitch hiking thing’s all about, and what better time than a Bicentennial.’ Jake says. One can caution Jake, but he makes up his own mind. Jake’s...
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,...
West coast
West coast Never been to the American west coast, but I went to Vancouver when I was 15 The further west I have been ( in America) is arizona, Here i am, in a little town of Iowa, where I live since several years, doing nothing really serious ,just hanging out. I meet...
April Writing!
Fire Away!