Johnny had his face in his iPhone. He didn’t see the crippled old war veteran lying like litter on the sidewalk in a beaten parka begging for change. “Get out of my way, you filthy bum!” Johnny was disgusted. The city should do a better job of keeping this scum out of his sight. As […]
He’s been pounding back the sauce since his wife left and took the house the kids the dog now he lives in his snow plow at the end of my street idling, waiting for me to come out after the storm to start shoveling. He can barely see me as through his alcoholic haze I […]
From within the great and terrible darkness… I heard the most beautiful voice sing.
The inhibitions they slide so easily away like water across her pallid skin as I put my lips to the glass and inhale the moon.
I almost feel like begging for the big grand knife or the slender shivering blade in these abundant alleyways filled with uncertain strangers with cartoon eyes and teeth yellowed from manic sweets (clowns, jugglers, thieves in sharp expensive suits) but all that they do is kill me with conversation until sleep gravity takes me down […]
That damned weed grew into a tree and spread across the chain-link fence like a lover in your bed. I chopped at it with a hatchet with all my heart and also with the weed whacker fully charged -just like my meds. And now it’s back fully grown like I never touched it. Ever. I […]
It’s hard to see the stars from the gallows or a smile through tears. It’s hard to see rot beneath beauty hope beneath shame love beneath all that hate. It’s hard to see change at the end of a gun peace through the flames or God through all that pain. It’s hard not to bury […]
People get all up in your shit. They want to know about things. They are far too inquisitive for my liking. They are always trying to shamelessly peer into my windows. But hey, come on in. Pour your baggage all over my coffee table because we are all just wounded animals in a great war […]
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 […]
I kick an old flyer onto the road. The wind blows it right back. Debris has conquered the streets -trash unleashed from ice like artifacts- as across the lawns the mounds of snow have melted down to last November.