There’s something about the corners of her mouth that seem to sag like a sack of rice Grabbed in the middle so the grains shift their weight down and to each side. Her eyes do it too…Maybe that’s why it’s so delightful when they light up suddenly, making the whole world weightless. She is as … More Winona
If you want a trip, step out onto the porch for a minute or maybe take an evening walk. If you’re ready, bite your lips and draw a deep hard breath of fresh autumn air. Keep walking. As you walk, the first thing you can notice is the magnificent crackling of the fall leaves under … More If you want a trip
I’ve been alone for so long I’m concerned I don’t even remember how to be with people. When my greatest moments are alone Pumping music and love and life into my ears Dancing in my kitchen, knives and onions, carrots and strawberries, happy plastic utensils getting jiggy with me. I walk down the sidewalk, sun … More Invite: APARTMENT PARTY! PAINT MY WALLS WITH YOUR BLOOD.
Through the long, cool fingers of the wind, I passed a crisp train ticket. The winds were changing, dancing across my undone jacket and up my sleeves. A hint of pine, an exhibit of possibilities, and a cluster of dampened leaves, and an exhibit of possibilities hit my nose. A brick street at dusk, lit … More A Train Ticket at 12 Degrees
The Luddist fights bright screens with a vertical dance. The Luddist discovers a Brave New World of technicolor rocks spread across a wall like fresh butter on rye. Silently, he marks his pilgrimage with chalkprints of calcium carbonate and fresh shoe rubber. Ascending the sharp cookie-cutter column, the Luddist approaches heaven, and glances down to … More The Luddist’s Weapon
My sister asked me: “Why do you climb?” (it was one of those precious honest moments) “You know, sometimes I worry about defining my identity so strongly through one aspect of my life…But then I think, how can it possibly be bad when climbing makes my day every time.” “Nice.” she said. (and meant it) … More Identity (a metamorphosis?)
Last night I was surprised to have you show up in my dreams again. I’m not sure why exactly I was surprised, I guess it’s just because you just weren’t invited. But since it was a scene of my humiliation, of course you were there. After all, it was in a dream that we first … More A Visitor (in my dreams)
Three men sat on the stage. With a pff the young woman perched on a stool (its cover embroidered in red plaid) blew a wire of hair off the corner of her eye. The men did not move. She stared, nail polish slowly molting, bright red flakes mingling with the yellowed nail chippings on the ground. … More Three men