From August, 2018

A Man Drops by to Pay His Rent

He wanders in off the sidewalk, an enviable aloofness about him. Lucky me to be occupying this cozy spot close to the entrance, Reception. I’m the gofer for Pro-Man, a kind of property management software company. Tan and virile in Aussie hat, khaki shirt, and hiking shorts, I don’t recognize him. My cube neighbor becomes…

God in Underwear

A Careerist in Wonderbra, everywhere She looked hung Her sparkling, floating fruits. Coolly inclined, yet fleet in coltish air—no union shop.   Her ruby throne floats aloft the nascent void. Below, a tribe of naked, scrappy, sweating cherubs inscribes Her word, remands to forge a fusty pair of virgin, sapphire tablets.   No, not a…

Bullfrog: It’s Not Unusual

O Croak, O Ribbit, King O-Lilly Pad & baritone of dusk, with a pair of   floating fish-egg eyes & shades of green on green in Duckweed Moss. Amour   MC of spring & leap of faith, of big tadpoles & lazy wiggle toes, crooner   Mr. Sunset Serenader and phantom of his cattail forest.…

Pockets of Continuity

Edit contact: Jen Delete Yes No No 36 years old, I can’t believe you are gone. I found your obituary on the Internet after googling to see what you were up to, not having been in touch for a while. Edit contact: Mum Delete Yes No No Five years And I still can’t do it.…

Every Prayer Begins with an Apology

My wife doesn’t wake from sleep over her own dying—a lifetime of God and combat. Brother after brother turned to the bottle. If only blackbirds knew they were dying—blackbirds have so much to say. Everyone before me has somehow managed to age. Every prayer must begin with silence. I’ve given up. My daughter calls her…

It

Miriam made eggs when I asked for eggs. “To make you feel healthier,” she said. Miriam cleaned the house when I asked her to clean the house. “To make you feel healthier.” Miriam sewed buttons and hemmed pants when I asked her. “To make you feel healthier.” Miriam drove me to work and played music…

On/Off

A flute, a base, a bare Edison – love at first sight. He paid sticker price without hint of a haggle, and the dealer gladly took his cash, wrapped it in paper then a plastic bag. It would be perfect with the rest of his collection – a green-and-gold banker’s, wood with woven shade, liquor…

The Year the Colors Changed

Remember the year the colors changed? When a strange redistribution of sun rays Started making rainbows in pastel shades? When pigments once buried in living-room walls Would rise to paint the post-rain skies, Laws of physics giving way to peach and beige? We longed for restoration at first, Hunting for red in the pink, yellow…

The Bottle

On one of those late-autumn nights when the cold had cleared the air but the storms hadn’t yet begun spilling over the serrated rim of the Sierra Nevada, a star flared up in the evening sky, gathering such intensity that my neighbors in the Sierra Shadows trailer park stepped from their wheeled domiciles to gaze…

Suttington Remembered

It was the news of that dramatic hot-air ballooning accident near the old market-town of Suttington recently that recalled to me – and with what I must confess was an odd little chill at the mention of that name – an incident there many years ago, when some friends and I were enjoying a walking…