August 2022 Writing

Saturday, or Some Day   First morning without you as the cavity spreads like a virus that only knows how to kill I never realized it was possible to feel this sad or abandoned The lake the sunshine the beauty outside they all feel contrived though I know they’re...

Thīna (Sloth-Torpor)                                                                                                                                                                    a Buddhist term translated as sloth.                                          ...

Address to the mushroom   Ho, mushroom! You LOOK good to eat, but that tail, what’s for? To worm your way, rivet, ricochet, ream hardpan into soil, slip into warm earth-ears, I hear you, stop arming, harming me, sings the soil. Leave me do my leaf-work,...

BAJA ROADS, Final Chapter   Dick packed at dawn for the second foraging trip. "I'll go south today," he said, hooking the hatchet and camp saw on his belt.    The two pieces he had found last night—a bicycle wheel and a splintered, wooden sign —stood propped up...

Burgeoning breasts bouncing on the playground of naïve surprise…as shocking as crimson-stained underwear signaling impending death. Boys snapping bra straps and Barbie hiding in her house, finally realizing what Ken was for. Carved names on wooden desks spinning...

Plop. A light bounce is heard and felt on the foot of Leroy’s bed, similar to the sensation kitties make when they jump up to cuddle, but the kitties long left for the underground below the marker by the red-stone bench. This plop is lighter, rascals of another sort....

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