From December, 2017

Patrick’s Theme

Patrick remembers being little and going to visit his grandparents’ every Sunday. At some point, his grandpa got a colostomy—that’s what his mom and dad called it, but to Patrick, it meant that Grandpa’s left side had a weird bulge. His mom explained that Grandpa needed his own bathroom, that the colostomy was like a…

Hearmeneutics

In the Hebrew Bible and New Testament Hearing is the most mentioned of the senses: Ears is said 88 times. Deaf is said 20 times. Hearing is said 54 times. Silence is said 34 times. Listen is said 412. Hear is said 1,700 times. God is deaf or the people are deaf in any number…

Cover Letter

For three years I have guided tours at the Western Memorial Museum’s Diorama of Enigmas where I programmed mannequins to pose as audience members prostituting for their pimp boyfriends. This exhibit is closing, and I am seeking a similar position at Infinite Gaming Technology in your Department of Marketing and Meta-Representation. My experience in disabling…

Steam and Grind

Funny the softest voice I know Would choose as her favorite A spot besieged by noise. Tucked behind dividing walls Safe from the incoming crowd Whose outgoing charms are Warm as milk but overly-sweet. Here she whispers virtues: Of coffee strong and black, Of forty-year-old wine, And others unheard, buried beneath The din of ink-skinned…

Mimosa

When I was a young girl, a creature crept into my bed and into my body. A creature that dwells beneath the surface of my skin. I imagine her, not located within a specific area, but spreading out the vast expanse of my body, snaking through my veins. When people say, “trust your gut” or…

.38 Carousel

Leslie sliced carrots into discs, spears, and the occasional rhombus. She hummed the chorus to ‘Suicide is Painless’, as her husband waited in the pantry to kill a fly. Hours earlier she had purchased a revolver. She could recall the gunsmith’s shop. To think of how the sunlight flickered in the bullet chambers like a…

My Father’s Self-Portraits

on his Piscean road to Emmaus to pierce Kleio’s veil (and all other linear time illusions) to comprehend the Nature beneath nature, the Word beneath words, his Tao-fish heart double-frames found impressions: morning mist steaming off frozen Silver Lake affirms fire’s deeper breath; Canada Geese (warmed by thermal eiderdown) brooding over the peach-pink sun within…

Blue Memories

} i. a Montana mountain pass 1300 feet below a little lake mirrors the cloudless-blue day looking west waves and waves of peaks fade into a distant-blue haze   } ii. the Minnesota River Valley an early spring day new-spring greens shimmer against a blue sky the color of summer water an Indigo Bunting on…

Thank You

I enjoy working with kids. That’s a lie. I don’t work with kids. I want to, but I imagine I would, but I don’t tell the stranger I’m giving a ride that I don’t work with kids; instead, I tell the stranger that last year was tough working day and swing hours at Saint Mary’s…

The Announcement

He was the product of a torrid affair between an Edith Wharton novel and a J. Crew catalogue, with his wavy Titian hair and his quarterback’s shoulders. He possessed, unselfconsciously, the elusive grace that emerges from old money and tennis lessons from the age of five. He could easily have followed his father into finance…