September 2020 Writing

Voyageuse

  Remove my iPhone and watch, tracking chip in my sneakers strip me bare if you dare   set me on land’s end let me journey with beauty traffic with daring dunes guided by tides of gravitation whispers in wind shadow of moon   as unencumbered as seagulls...

Permanently Pressed

The repairman said the dryer couldn’t be fixed. This belt. That blower. The words floated above her head. She chewed her nails, he closed his toolbox and gave her an “I’m sorry” sigh. After he left, she stared into the shiny drum that tumbled so many unmentionables....

The Return to Frontiertown

By the time shelter-in-place expired, the power company cut the cord. Nan scanned a candle across her little cupboard. So many beans. The pioneer reenactment village began rehiring actors, and she was relieved to find her name on the roster. She did request a...

Scream

Scream I cling to the last strands of summer like they’re a life line, the sky full of foment, my organs unpredictable jelly. Even the sundeck we’re sitting on feels rickety. Your eyes are wide but hollow. You’re not looking at anything. Nothing’s changed while...

Yojimbo, Astro, and Aoife

Yojimbo cruised through the dark. He wasn’t a person. He didn’t even have thought, per se. Defining him by what he wasn't would take a very long time, indeed. He was a conglomeration: A bit of the character of his pilot. A bit of the magic of his passengers. A bit of...

Hon-Depa, Indeed

(Hohn-DAY-pah)   The front line blasts foul incendiaries short of my position. Just a warning, I hear. The odor of war targets me. No return home. Nodiferous signals race back and forth through my network.   The subgroup Hon-Depa is my family. We are known...

Cantilever Bridge

Cantilever Bridge I watched you dance to the happy waltz. Wept at the turn that was my part, played from a teardrop mandolin. A stand-in in a band when the f-hole player quit; ran off with the star bassoon. Woodwind players are hard to come by. So we pulled an Irish...

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