Bicycle

But did she return? Gail Scott, The Obituary 1. He paints a bicycle on her shoulder blade. Etches. The needle cadence, carves. Her red utility design, a bicycle like hers. He stretches canvas skin. She is topless, lying on her stomach, and paying for the privilege of...

Another Way

I still wonder where they went, where they are now. My father dropped me off at school that morning thirty minutes early so he could drive across the state for a new construction job, his hands squeezing the steering wheel of his old truck and a wad of dip bulging in...

the black spot is healed…

the black spot is healed… —Leviticus 13 I figure the last nursing home suspected me, which is why I was fired. But the residents’ souls spoke, and I listened. I’m proud of the people I helped in the United States of America. It was hard work. I offered transition,...

Sibling Rivalry, etc.

Sibling rivalry: a game for all the family (no it’s not) (yes it is) (that’s not fair, you always take her side) A game for 2-6 players (if you have more than 5 siblings, we suggest our Deluxe Sumo edition) Object of the game The object of the game is to covet and...

Calle de los Hijos, and Basement

Calle de los Hijos When I asked where the jarred monkey head came from, Dan said, ohhh, just from a magician friend of mine. There’s a nice garden out back, brass bed and a black cat, but there’s also a vulture claw, some petrified lizards, and a perfect alligator...

Reincarnation Has No Sense Of Time

he dies with his hands on the throat of some whore, no chance to register ‘”What…?’ before a baby girl cries, lifted from her mother’s thighs.  Karma on her trail. Another time for girls, back then, she’s boiled alive, again and again, insults, drudgery, beatings,...

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