THE MARVEL SUPERHERO ON PARK STREET

I was walking by a large Victorian house on Park Street when from up on the top floor balcony I heard someone calling out. I turned to see a girl –maybe ten years old– leaning over the railing so that her long hair hung straight down. “Hey Mister, do you want to see a trick?” […]

THE INCUBUS OF IRVING ST.

Tina was pulling grocery bags from her trunk when she spotted Bono walking across the street. That’s right, U2’s very own Bono looking like he had just stepped out of the ZooTV tour with the shiny black suit, chest-open shirt and fly sunglasses. There was no mistaking it because nobody else looked like him. Tina […]

The Window

“Did you take your medication, Hon? The neighbours complained again. The walls are thin and they can hear you laughing and talking to the window.   And now you won’t talk to me or look at me you just continue to stare at the goddamned television.   I’ve tried yelling and even shaking you and […]

THE DEALER

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen if you go to the hospital in order to save you some time. First, they’ll take some tests, stick needles into you, give you some saline and sedatives, pump your stomach and slide a catheter into your dick. None of which will be pleasant under your […]

Her Flower is the Rain

She absently plays with the stitches across her lips. Her eyes have more sky than sky. Laughter like wind chimes she holds out her hands to collect the rain hides all her light where nobody is allowed and I’ve walked past her a million times a million times.

Waiting For The Sun

I don’t know where the light is anymore in all of this running around. Grace has left me and I’m still young bent from callous, careless hands left a beaten graffitied trashcan turned over and motionless at the mouth of an alley. There is always a child screaming into my ear from somewhere deep inside. […]

TUESDAY 4AM

As dreams leave me like waves receding from a beach I am left with the worry that I have inherited from my mother and since there is no one tool that would fix all of my problems I dart between them like a hummingbird amongst flowers not coming up with anything but madness I am […]

Everything

Old habits hang like nooses brushing against my throat against my thoughts tightening across everything that I’ve become. I’m sorry that we fight like this but fighting is what everything has taught me to do. Sometimes I want to break down like an old car because of everything that has built up but Father would […]