A Weekend with You
We spent a weekend together. I was who you wanted and you were who I wanted. But it wasn’t real. There was an overwhelming feeling of desire and lust that I couldn’t get rid of. You took care of that. And I took care of you. But I didn’t account Read more
The Day I Quit School (Two Years Before I Was Expelled)
1.1 Falstaff, hoodless, gathers senior pages three quarters removed from postmodern squirehood: apprenticeship, union dues, parental woes, truck payments, beer tabs & dive pubs & splinters eat their futures like famished gluttons chewing new recipes. Encircled, he blathers-on long-winded, demonstrating chattermark removal from 4×4 timbers. Band saw blades buzz, decapitating Read more
BODY JUSTICE 1977
The university doctor examined me. Then all of his students examined me. “As you can see,” he explained, “the uterus is tipped, making bringing a fetus to term unlikely.” After I had dressed and sitting in his office we had a conversation. “The risk of miscarriage is high.” “I’ve already Read more
The Rape of Your Road
Will there ever be a channel in his mind’s eye to turn off the required rhetoric of abating an abuser as not just a loser but a gentrified angst ridden scapegoat of pharmaceutical liability that transgresses into the game of creating enemies and scenarios of unrepenting jargon that infiltrates the Read more
a list of things that are yellow
sunlight egg yolk daffodils a rare diamond amber anything not alive our house a sickly skin tone bruises the car you owned when we met butter lemons fallen leaves pineapples the tie you tried to strangle me with the straw in the ice water they gave me to drink at Read more
Dream #8: Familiar Silhouette Scents
She is a cinnamon shadow, outline of spice in her valleys below. A shimmering smile of ten plagues makes the atmosphere consistently vague. Time pyramids shift into the sand of the escapades. Conquests from the gossiping charade, pissing out falsifying words of lemonade. They lead their own illusory parade. He Read more
Bleeding by the Bayou: A Story of Cycles
I’m in the bathtub at Marie Laveaux’s Annex in New Orleans and I’m about to reach orgasmic bliss. Finally. After all of these years searching for ways to feel connected to the source of my sexual energy, it only makes sense that I am on the verge of explosion, inside Read more