Up For Air
The weight of the hatchet is heavy in my hands. I feel the heft of it, the worn-smooth grain of the wooden handle, the coolness of the metal head, and the sharpness of the blade. It’s the one used by...
View ArticleThe Grease Fire
Like a meteor or some lesser Satan flung casually out of heaven, the cigarette, already stained a queasy brown by fingers that had rubbed, crushed, and worried it through four or five long minutes of...
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Guenevere, A Portrait
Sheathe your tongues, gentlemen! You wrangle, you haggle over the law under the guise of righteousness. But a man with an angel’s face and a devil’s tongue is only mistaken for so long. And a woman? A...
View ArticleA Hurdy Gurdy Song
Sometimes when I sit still, if I sit still for long enough without moving much, I can start to feel my pulse throbbing behind and around my eyeballs. It’s not really painful or uncomfortable in any way...
View ArticleYou Tell Me
The first week I hid in the long grass until my body became vapor and when it reassembled and the light fell down into the water I got up and walked back to the house. The first week, I catalogued...
View ArticleWhy Can’t I be a Bureaucrat?
Why can’t I be a bureaucrat So tender, meek and mild? And follow you all through your days And bear your paper child? Why can’t I sit down at that desk And wile away my time? Attending meetings,...
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