From May, 2018

It’s All Over

Whenever anyone at McDonald’s or any other place in his hometown of Lamesa, Texas, sixty miles south of Lubbock, would ask Sonny Echols Jr., “What’s it like over there?” he wouldn’t tell them about Royce Humphrey who burned alive in the Humvee in Rustamiyah, Iraq, October six, 2009, at 0800 hours in front of police…

The Reply

As they were bumping north on Madison for the day’s last meeting, Allyn drew Reeves’s attention to a young woman standing in front of an office building entryway flanked by an art gallery on one side and a ladies and girls shop on the other. Allyn said she was a former tenant in an apartment…

Your Rapunzel I Have Heard

They sat on the beach, the girl with the crinkly hair and the girl with the secrets. The air, the light, the season were chocolate cherry liqueurs, heat bursting but outside, the chill. The girls had their hands in their pockets and the girl with the secrets felt her heart, when it beat, press inside…

Airport Security

Thank you for cooperating to make this flight safer, the lady guard says as I undress before her penlight and electronic wand. I’m rather pitiful in my middle age. My mossy body hair grows inappropriately but leaves patches clear for takeoffs. After scanning and searching, I’m declared safe and allowed to fly, but the guard…

Brake Lights

After deciding to call it quits again, we drive together back to our separate lives, my recently ex-boyfriend and I. Still don’t know why, we didn’t wait until the end of our vacation to say goodbye. Now we’re trapped in a car together passing through old towns and past brown signs marking history, lost lakes,…

Terminal

A medicine man smudging the terminal with sage, a baby sleeping in the belly of a great plane like a dinner of slumbering, like a grocery store at midnight, liminal and alien in post-surgical fluorescent. Think of the many times you have searched for the hand of your girl behind you in a crowd. Think…

After the Storm

After the storm took out the power I woke to darkness, blearily thought What’s still possible? Well, sex, if only you were here. And coffee luckily from my Bialetti Express nuzzled by the blue gas. I was trying to play “Stardust” à la Tatum when the television shuddered back on–SBS Spanish news– big fires round…

Lilliwap

You mumble, your head burps nonsense, words a river of babble-rousing slippitude. Your foot is sucked into your mucky mouth. Roughly hewn orange trees produce fleshy furniture for unforgettable chatter that exists only in your shower along with the mildew creeping up like kudzu. Notes are stuffed into your pockets along with old lottery tickets…

Weirdheart

              You mumble, your head burps nonsense, words a river of babble-rousing slippitude – lids close like Viked pythonic lips. You don’t see me, fingers flexed, lusting. You’ll never open your eyes…again.               Thank you. We’ll be in touch.               he tucked his tail and scrabbled into the hall, past rows of dudes disarmingly like him, cigarette sparked…

Mr. Peregrine

The team of dermatologists stand at the end of her bed, peering at her ravaged skin with benign expressions on their faces. They are leaning forward at an alarming angle. Maybe their shoes are filled with lead, Louise thinks. They are grounded and seem to move in unison. She definitely can’t see them flying anywhere.…