This is a letter. In this letter, I want to be able to tell you all the things you[1] mean to me; however, I can’t. It’s not possible. Just like an amethyst takes hundreds of years to form, so it would take for me to want to explain. I do not have the breath allotted...
Corporal Ulysses dug into plates of pancake, sausage and cabbage; he smoked a bunch of cigarettes lit with matches that barely ignited; he poured beer and grappa down his throat like it was all water. Koraki Café was heaving, but he was not. He slapped a wad of dinar...
-I want to ride horses across Kazakhstan. -We should get a cat. -Remember Allen. Yeah. -Who? -The yogi from the Yucatan. -I’ll build a patio for the cat. A cat-tio. Just the word makes me want to pick up a nail gun. Cut and measure screen. -Yeah, Allen, the waiter...
The first batter was Perez. He’d been leading off all year, and he was good at it. There in the box he twirled his bat in a loop and looked at the pitcher, Strait, who moved fast through his windup. Fastball is what Perez knew in the bottom of his soul, and so it was....
As the cold blinds the wits As this, warm blooded, This cold, flooded This fool. The wind T-T-Tripped accross as Each s-s-syllable frost-ed And c-curled from shaking fits At the tip, of his unfurled tongue. From the sspit split between moisture and sspeach ripped from...
Brakes are set on my wheelchair by the window of some triple-chin mountain reclining Hitchcock movie I sneak down and shudder on the staircase as birds beaks blood blast across the screen I push my face against as our mow-the-lawn-every-Friday neighbor Ed is lowered...
There is a couple on the floor of a closet. She has just come from the salon after church, her bangs trimmed so short they are barely visible. He is not into what she suggests, swallowing her various limbs until he either chokes, or a limb goes entirely missing. They...
Know that just because we’re quiet doesn’t mean we aren’t railing inside. We ate herring in red coats and I told you all the ways I’d kill myself, how your lips were wilder than the moon. It’s a lie that we’re born alone, die alone. We arrive through slick thighs, wet...