Retreat - Synergia

The memory is as dark as the night sky that crooks her bedroom windowpane, caught between moonlight and the reflection of snow outside. The memory is a blue marble. A secret. Hot as the small fist that grips it. It is rolling slowly along the living room floor, edging...

I park my car in my secret place off Fort Lauderdale Beach,behind the sea grape hedging The Button nightclub where years later, the spot will become a designated place to store recycling bins, but for now, for this second in time, it's a place to park a small ass...

The acrid smell of dust, mold and wasted time permeates the long corridor. A candelabra stands sentinel to the right of each door, barely providing enough light to perceive the doorknobs. I stand alone, a dreadful foreboding weighing down on each uncertain step. The...

Baptisms This city, cerulean and indigo. Its cats conspiring in shadows. Its twisted, cobbled streets, filigreed with light. A city of vendors, shops, carts wobbled high with junk. All things broken and lost. Men come calling through the streets with ancient voices,...

A. I’m having a glass of Revelry Vintners Cabernet Sauvignon from Washington State. I like guys who guzzle. I like girls who Big Gulp. There is a tendency when on one’s public phone to complain, enough so that others might hear you. I just got called Mr. Nosey by my...

Some houses on Harwood Avenue were louder than others. Some houses housed families with twelve to twenty raucous kids who were kicked out until dinner. Offspring were stumbling obstacles wrestling around Edgewood Park. Same damn clouds bristled and puffed all summer....

This was one tough morning. No real coffee left in the canister and only enough bread for him to have toast. I get to the store late, wishing I wore my comfortable shoes, I am just lifting the window gates from in front of the storefront display when I see them park...

The man, handsome as he is, pheromone as he is, is ignoring her. The party around them, a tinkle of talk and other people. He is lured away and doesn’t even say he’ll be back. She sits there pie on her face, clown shoes. She’s never been ghosted in person. She thinks...

If This is a Life-threatening Emergency Please Hang Up and Dial 911 Later you’ll say, Let’s pretend this never happened. But now you grab the belt again. Buckle high and ripe. Swinging for the fences. For young skin. My step-sis. My step-brother. Splatter of blood...

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