Dog Food – Part One
“I found a dog today,” said Aaron. “He was walking around near where the subway used to be. I tried to call him closer, but he was scared of me. I put a little...
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High Rises
Poem High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...
Ice Cream Fling
Short Story After briefly scanning the area of the Dairy Queen parking lot, Rachel pulled her car into the spot next to another car she assumed to be empty. Putting the car in...
Woe of the Ballerina
Poem There once was a girl named Pearl. Upon a stage she did twirl. But dancing is tough she wasn’t skinny enough so in the bathroom she hurled. The days and the nights...
The Lot Lizard King
Short Story The highway glistened with every fat rain drop as the fading sun beamed a bright orange into the cars rearview mirror. Jerry Wells’s vision was as blurry as the passing pines...
Death of a Karaganda January
Poem The world swims into focus And I pick the burden back up, Smile and wave. Through my special glasses, some days, Is the only way I can bear it. Drudgery has eaten...
Addictions
Poem Givens: things you can’t subtract -and those you won’t. Time was needle-sharp when new to separate skins. Each longs for unadulterated blood: the fresh pink veins of childhood’s girl, the blue of...
Strange Chinese Hat
Poem There is Pâquerette in sepia toned photographs like a ghost in strange Chinese hat and shimmering dark dress. She sits beside Pablo in the old cafe on boulevard Raspail. Their knees nudge...
First Experience
Haibun The family room lights are off. Daylight streams through windows flanking the chimney. She and I sit on a plaid-upholstered couch in an awkward silence. We broke up last week over an...
What’s Next
Poem What’s Next? I had a day I worked Did something for the world Gave someone my time Got myself paid Everything was fine I came home And wondered I fed myself Learned...
The Machine
Poem The slow spinning cycle turns, And the needle quivers its way back To true north. This machine of mediation Weathers the winds and rains Of inevitability On sunny days of serenity Its...
