Wooded Witness

No one suspects the tree Silent, stationary,a bit of a sway Defines the universe Form encased within fabrics of root hairs Facile, ribboned, tight, invisible Strung up as a form suspended No animation Where the body vegetates, spirit Free to wander, no, tethered Xylem...

Big Sisters

Big Sisters My best friend and I in Catholic School were both the eldest daughters with younger sisters we were committed to having complete control over. We did this by distorting their perceptions of reality and telling them lies about how the world really works,...

All the Tropes We Cannot Eat

The blinking neon sign should have been a warning. Then the room number—pure bad luck. And the night clerk’s goatee, Jesus. You needed gas, don’t we all. A back wheel jammed while crossing the parking lot. Wheel of Fortune. The Price was Right. Jeopardy. I’ll take...

Say a few words for the dead

Grandma sings: a pinch of grandpa there you see sprinkle him around like sweet sugar. She’s given the two of us cousins a plastic cup of dirt she had collected from the garden. She’s wearing her best housecoat and given us each a pouch of grandpa’s ashes. We didn’t...

Ligatured Letter

OK, sorry I've packed several items up for today. It's just that this has been a stimulating workshop! Here's a visual tidbit I crafted. At first I thought it'd make a cool colophon, from a rare book, that isn't meant to be read. Could still work, I suppose -...

The Migration of Marion Crane

In my other life, the one I never got to live, I’m a silver-haired woman with six grandchildren, and I love them all. Not in the precious, clinging way my daughter loves hers, or the office-manager love my son doles out in little chits, like badges for good behavior....

Woman Comma Mother

She says don’t you see the little nooses like party bunting? She says don’t you see the red velvet cake like so much blood? The fire is going. Glowing blue. That’s the hottest, you know. Of course, you know, you have experience with this kind of thing. The charring of...

Instagram Story for Lovecraftian Town

Time for something not entirely serious. What a marketing clip would look like for a Lovecraft type city, hoping to ramp up some tourism. I threw it together with one of my graphic design apps. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpLhhuEG9W8

America is a belt rusting still on the rack

Scorch became a town beset by famine arranged in tumbled bouquets. Children learned to inhabit dead sunflowers, heads drooping in deference to eternity before learning any alphabet - sad army of no emperor, not marching. Seeds set to drop before spring's yellowing...

Final Admission

Amit kissed me for the first time, at the Tacky Mirage Cafe. It was mid October, and there was a small batch of high school kids who came in. They were on their Homecoming date, so I offered to let them have our booth. "That was generous, love," she said. We were in...

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