Another lumber-hucking workday in the yard had put a lil’ more wear on these soles. It barely covered the bills, but I had a spot in a cramped, too-many-dudes’ apartment, right on the sand; dude’s trying to become men, or men trying to remain young dudes.… Continue Reading
It was about the onesie. The onesie for the dog. And maybe about the honey on the fridge, and the whole plumber episode. I think it’s about bad brain biochemistry.… Continue Reading
i am an aircraft-grade titanium eagle screeching the pledge of allegiance as i hurtle towards target at a mile per second (fuck the metric system)… Continue Reading
When I was learning the multiplication tables one day, Ms. Brower came in to tell me they were sending my mother upstate. I thought that meant into the air, someplace in the clouds. As if what must happen to those in such mental trouble cannot be rendered here on the ground. Their state must be taken up.… Continue Reading
Before, they had only seen a white-haired, old guy. Now, they see an angry man armed with an axe and are silent.… Continue Reading
Annie will shoot you in the back. She will cross a galaxy if it means she will have the last laugh. But she would never sit still, parlay and hang around in orbit, even if it meant saving the day. She would sooner kill the alien that comes in peace than share her world with its people.… Continue Reading
There is no need for entertainment in this exercise. No mini marshmallows to ruin the cabbage. If there absolutely must be some action, killing the husband is always acceptable.… Continue Reading
That last comment—just another film school fuck-up—had gotten under his skin. Who’d said that anyway? Maybe he’d said it. It wasn’t impossible to say things like that to yourself.… Continue Reading
The contrast of this monochromatic life is startling. We will eventually change our funeral attire and change the lens to gain a wider perspective, not so zoomed in on this noir summer of waiting, of letting go.… Continue Reading
It takes Edgar three afternoons to clear the tiny plot behind the condemned school. Overgrown with ivy and blackberry, the ground is a minefield of used needles and condoms sagging under the sad weight of spent sperm. He fills boxes with shards of glass, stuffing mildewed blankets and sleeping bags on top. No one pays attention to the old man loading his truck.… Continue Reading