Monthly Archives: August 2015

For 16 months I sensed the pendant sword above my head, and felt the weight of stone around my neck compress my collar bone, so though I know the lawyers there were bored, and plaintiff tension couldn’t be ignored, still … Continue reading →

I joke about how boring water is. My father says his father bade him think how many nasty things are done by fish in it, and try to choose a different drink. My mother didn’t serve it with our meal … Continue reading →

My childhood occurred when I was small, and left a large impression on my soul. A paltry twenty years it ran, but all its weeks survive in me. My self-control my parents held as if they were trustees, accusing me … Continue reading →

I sometimes think, when clients try to cow me into doing what they have in mind, or when a costumed person tells me how I must proceed with forms or humankind, or when attempts are made to guide my course … Continue reading →

For years I’ve wondered how the girl appeared who lives within my friend: her freckled face so white and broad, her laugh so quick and weird, her hair so thin, her lips so thick, the space between her teeth so … Continue reading →

I gave myself a gift of time a week ago today. I used to start to rise at 7 but I set the clock to squeak at ten past 6. I opened ready eyes to earlier and opened mind to … Continue reading →

No sooner do I pass the Barking Man in stilted walk but silent for a change, with darting downward glances, gray and tan unlovable, than Helmet Head’s in range before me, hauling at his corduroys too low, his pace too … Continue reading →

Imagining our meeting a cartoon, with us embracing at my house again, you standing travel-weary, driver’s swoon upon your doting face… You’re all the men I ever wanted hands upon my skin, your tired head inside my rayon shirt, your … Continue reading →