A short while ago, I talked about freewriting and how it was my truest writing voice…which I still maintain. Of course, editing is always essential. And certainly not everything that emerges on the computer screen or in a journal deserves to see the light of day. I thought I’d share this one, however, because itContinue reading “Expatriation Date”
She had almost disappearedby the time I found her—all that was left was a hand. “Weren’t you going to saygoodbye?” I asked, hopingshe could hear me this time. “I thought about it,” she saidfrom the secret place she goes(I think) entirely too often. I grabbed for her hand too late,and she was gone, dooming metoContinue reading “Vanishing Act”
A Man in Decent Clothes Somewhere in Ogden, Utah, a calliope plays out of tune and a rubbish whore lies dying in a derelict hospital that pays its doctors in whiskey shots and banned pain meds. In short, all is well in the fucked-over world… until a man in decent clothes who carries a blackContinue reading “A Man in Decent Clothes”
Are you some kind of duke or baron? the forlorn man in the tweedy jacket and wearing the sunset asks me. Surely I don’t radiate royalty in my smacked-down outfit and my hair twisting and shouting like a bad dance move, my eyeballs gyrating independently of each other, my tongue confessing crimes at break- neckContinue reading “Another Experiment Gone Wrong”
I have nothing to say. Those are the best poems, someone a grave over from me mumbles, his voice catching with dirt and worms.
I grew up beside a remarkable woman whom I came to regard as another grandmother. It didn’t start out that way; when my family first moved into our first house, Mrs. Michie was just a nosy neighbor. She was the woman who had to use a walker to get around and called me daily toContinue reading “1993 calls 2018, and I Answer”