When I was a child, the jewels sparkling in the underground asphalt of the train station were to me like the treasures in Aladdin’s cave. When I was a child, I believed the camphor in a bag that we hung around our necks...
Read Moredeath stands in front of me close enough to touch stands behind me hissing I leave the mini mart with a gallon of milk death calls after me Hey fat girl what are you afraid of? I tell him I’ve stuff to do he shows up in...
Read MoreDream I dervish around morning sun elastic circle dance seduces whirlpools me twirls I crash into other dancers steal nuggets of brilliant tunes hear babbling verse strange words everything full of frenzy I draw near to her fire...
Read MoreSearching dominates longing matters more than unburied love Few activities reveal dynamics of this quest ardour paradox daydreaming gaping through train window Delicious reveries blessed gems blend into a stew pious pine forest...
Read MoreI would never dance naked but my Shadow frolics like ocean kelp twirls sways gyrates from room to room blinds not drawn Man in the Moon winks I would never waltz in tight dress but my Shadow dons silver gown metallic mermaid...
Read MoreIt was early evening when they heard a knock on the door. “Are you expecting someone?” asked Johnny looking up from his book. “No. It’s probably just Mrs. Pierri wanting to borrow something,” said Rona, referring to their...
Read MoreHerbert Cantly hadn’t really wanted to get up before seven, an ungodly hour for him, the morning of their final day in Paris. His sleep problems, really his norm lately, hadn’t improved his willingness to be driven to some...
Read MoreHealing Hands Assembly was in an old run-down brick building that looked like a sweat shop might still operate inside. It was maybe four stories high with large drafty windows embedded with chicken wire. Other businesses...
Read MoreWhen in fear, hunger, or triumph The fish breaks water for air Protracting an arch With its bold, writhing body In an uncomfortable realm, The circle is completed by him or another, in time By a downward drive and rise Though...
Read MoreIt lives on a street On a bitterly cold day When two, peering above scarves Meet with eyes of mutual suffering. In the succoring of a woman Whose skin, normally sallow Flushes with pleasure When some kind deed Has been done for...
Read MoreThe cow walks in the field. The eye that I can see regards me quietly. She thinks that I am not the enemy, so she resumes her grazing. So soft is her eye, it is as if she has given herself over to me. “Take. Eat. This is my...
Read MoreWe staggered off the Greyhound bus the early evening of December 23, 1959, hungry, tired, and irritable. Nine cramped hours covering 150 treacherous miles in a blustery snowstorm from Oklahoma City to Bartlesville, will do that...
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