You witnessed her murder on the end of our street. Your feet were in the road but your body was in the yard. I was inside our house, crouched like a cloud. Now he's a widow, you said, pointing to the man who watched his wife being carted away. We went to the funeral...
Wendy Day 2 – Group B
Challenge
continued from Pilgrimage/Day 1 (Marguerite / Bonnemaman) The visit is shaping up rather well, but you don’t let down your guard. You never do. Some people pay attention, some people learn from experience. Some people are idiots. A bit disappointed. Surely...
Entropy
EVERYBODY said you were a good girl. Your mother said so with the inexhaustible tears she shed at your wake. Your father choked it out to each person who looked at their shoes when they shook his hand and drew him into a stiff embrace. Your brother’s pounding fist...
Sidney Poitier II
Molly keeps cutting her meat against the grain, as blood and balsamic puddle in the center of the plate. She’s got the wrong knife, the wrong motion, even the wrong angle. I feel like taking the proper knife and doing some proper cutting and forking a cube of meat up...
Periscope Portuguesa
The Way There: Moored off Muscat, Alfonso de Albuquerque weighed pearls, entered inky figures into conquest chronicles, leaning columns cataloging greed, and wondered whether to boil or fry the glassfish for lunch. Low on oil, brandy, joy, patience, and citrus, the...
Johnny Cash talks to an empty room during the Covid lockdown
{strumming and picking guitar randomly} A spotlight illuminates a hard circle around a dark haired, young, Johnny Cash. His voice booms over speakers set on the darkened fringes of the stage. His voice and guitar echo in the 200-seat theatre, which is empty due to the...
Capsule
When I say you, I mean anybody but. I want to generalize my way out from under this. As in: by the time you read this, I will be long gone. But how can I be believed? Paradox is one of those words. A trash can diagnosis. Throw the DSM at it and give it a pill. Any...
A Brief Biography of Al Bowlly (1898-1941)
It's true he was born near a beach in Mozambique. It's true his parents were Lebanese and Greek. It's true his parents met on the way to Australia. It's true his parents then moved to South Africa. It's true he was in a band in Indonesia. It's true he died in his flat...
Lamentations of a Teddy Bear
I am tired of lying here under the bed The floor is cold and a mouse roams free. I used to sleep atop the bed Tightly held and cozy covered. You used to dress me cotton coats And sit me in a chair. Now some of my fur is torn And one eye dangles loose....
You
You witnessed her murder on the end of our street. Your feet were in the road but your body was in the yard. I was inside our house, crouched like a cloud. Now he's a widow, you said, pointing to the man who watched his wife being carted away. We went to the funeral...
Challenge
continued from Pilgrimage/Day 1 (Marguerite / Bonnemaman) The visit is shaping up rather well, but you don’t let down your guard. You never do. Some people pay attention, some people learn from experience. Some people are idiots. A bit disappointed. Surely...
Entropy
EVERYBODY said you were a good girl. Your mother said so with the inexhaustible tears she shed at your wake. Your father choked it out to each person who looked at their shoes when they shook his hand and drew him into a stiff embrace. Your brother’s pounding fist...
Sidney Poitier II
Molly keeps cutting her meat against the grain, as blood and balsamic puddle in the center of the plate. She’s got the wrong knife, the wrong motion, even the wrong angle. I feel like taking the proper knife and doing some proper cutting and forking a cube of meat up...
Periscope Portuguesa
The Way There: Moored off Muscat, Alfonso de Albuquerque weighed pearls, entered inky figures into conquest chronicles, leaning columns cataloging greed, and wondered whether to boil or fry the glassfish for lunch. Low on oil, brandy, joy, patience, and citrus, the...
Johnny Cash talks to an empty room during the Covid lockdown
{strumming and picking guitar randomly} A spotlight illuminates a hard circle around a dark haired, young, Johnny Cash. His voice booms over speakers set on the darkened fringes of the stage. His voice and guitar echo in the 200-seat theatre, which is empty due to the...
Capsule
When I say you, I mean anybody but. I want to generalize my way out from under this. As in: by the time you read this, I will be long gone. But how can I be believed? Paradox is one of those words. A trash can diagnosis. Throw the DSM at it and give it a pill. Any...
A Brief Biography of Al Bowlly (1898-1941)
It's true he was born near a beach in Mozambique. It's true his parents were Lebanese and Greek. It's true his parents met on the way to Australia. It's true his parents then moved to South Africa. It's true he was in a band in Indonesia. It's true he died in his flat...
Lamentations of a Teddy Bear
I am tired of lying here under the bed The floor is cold and a mouse roams free. I used to sleep atop the bed Tightly held and cozy covered. You used to dress me cotton coats And sit me in a chair. Now some of my fur is torn And one eye dangles loose....