A Scary Time

In the middle of the day on a Friday afternoon in the first week of August in the Summer of 1981, when I only thirteen years old, my mother accidentally put me in the washing machine with some dirty clothes and put me through two full wash cycles. At four foot eleven...

Garage Pockets

At my yard sale, I promoted a pencil sharpener for 50 cents.   Everything in my lawn sold out. Old records, glow in the dark bouncy balls, cigar boxes of rubber stamps, lamps   shaped like missiles. I even sold a tin can full of dead earwigs, told a kid they were...

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,...

Me, Once

To my surprise, I saw you at the gym yesterday for the first time in ten years in a cut-off white tee and grey sweat shorts to your oak knot knees talking to a trainer, writhing your pale earthworm mouth in that recognizable, inarticulate way. You are less tall than I...

Life Is a Dandy

New Halloween idea: buy health insurance for the undead, they’re paper animals, a side of Eli Whitney and Lou Reed’s solo work, this is what I really need: some burgundy and Celine, oh hold me, you pseudo sexual anarchists, maybe I’ll become a really big...

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