From February, 2018

Frank’s Reviews

Frank P. Belcher had for very long been feeling small and unimportant in a world that had become big and overwhelming. It began as a way to chime in and have his voice heard, to offer insight to others about all sorts of products and services without actually having to interact with people up close…

Hi There, America

If Homo sapiens has risen to the level of determining our planet’s future then earth is in trouble. Isn’t it chutzpah to expect a nouveau species to be exceptional next to dinosaurs or ants? Fucking up is what people actually do best. Yesterday before my grandson & I picked up his older bro we stopped…

The Room with the Mandala Rug

I sat on the edge of the hotel bed and my feet didn’t even reach the floor. My notebook was open on my lap and the hotel slippers dangled from the tips of my toes. Maxine sat on the sofa on the far side of the room under the huge bay window, unpacking make-up and…

Tomboy

She’s a boy in lace a guy in cotton a son in silk. She’s a gentleman in linen a bloke in wool a chap in leather. She’s a lad in chiffon a dude in nylon a dandy in velvet. She’s a man in polyester a fella in denim a geezer in satin.     ABOUT…

Deterger

I did a number on the discolored patch of this room that stared me down And treated it with a blackish, whitish solution with the empirical formula Of two parts acidic love, one part distrust, and three parts eradicate. eradicate. eradicate. I stood there, an Oxford comma under character limits, a subsonic Cry for help,…

The Romance of Ruins

One stormy Friday morning in a still wintry Milan, while Tony grated his rusty Alfa Romeo into first gear and pulled away from the curb, Clelia bit her lip. Why had she agreed to go to the park with this virtual stranger? It was sure to be deserted. “So, you really liked my blog posts?”…

New Growth

My husband says I should have walked right the hell away from the Chemgard bullshit after I first saw the frog down in the pit of the Wastewater Treatment Plant. “Is it worth it?” He asks, spooning with me in bed that night, his hand under my gown, stroking my leg. “Look what that place…

Is This It

dull rain soaks sun withered grass rat sniffs candy abandoned on broken pavement downtown no one notices the elderly spellcaster in blue wool coat goggle spectacles black knit cap bearing sign offering work for something like a meal dark urban chant of fierce grubby touching mixing with car alarm blasting my skull a cauldron for…

With Hands on the Wheel

She goes on driving, does not carry a gun. She has no gun, never will. Do not judge the harmony of rain on the windshield. She waits, making a stop. Clouds; veins like the depth of the sea. One time you heard gunshots, now fallen in the red shadow of a traffic light. You hid…

As the Buzzer Buzzes

The buzzer buzzed and Jasmine pressed a button to admit her visitor The followers followed, gaining entry through the expanding chain of acceptance The waiter waited, releasing an apprehensive breath before the onslaught The mixer mixed, a gathering rhythm beseeching all comers to partake in this turmoil The revellers revelled and Jasmine pressed her palm…