Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”Read more "Stepping Stones"
It was some time. Not the best. Not the worst. Just Time. And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time. Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me. I […]Read more "Tick Tock"
I walk the edge of the crowd watching for cracks in the pavement like a child. And like a child, I stare at the ostentatious drunkery that dances around me. I convince myself that I am within myself and outside of everything else. I tell stories in my head about the people I see and […]Read more "Hope for Love is My River of Slime"
I listen as he talks. His hands move in sync with his mouth. His fingers and his voice dance together in perfect modulation. His wavelength is hypnotic and while he is not talking to me directly, I am transfixed enough to forget temporarily that he has trained himself to perform this wonderful manipulation, “Diane claimed our program […]Read more "Between Men"
There were two men. One was a good man who acted in malicious ways. The other was a bad man who wore the mask of a good one. I loved them both. I was deceived by both. One tricked me with a lie. The other made me out for a fool. Both were absorbed with […]Read more "The Big Win"
He planned to go down with his ship. A good Captain always does. He didn’t realize others would go with him. He didn’t realize how fast a ship can sink. He didn’t realize a lot of things. But here he is. Standing outside his bar. His hands in his pockets and eyes towards the sky. […]Read more "O Bartender! My Bartender!"
“I accidentally discharged 31,” I hear her say behind a closed curtain, “but she’s not ready to go yet.” I wasn’t ready to go anywhere yet, but here I am. I am wearing paper clothes like a doll. And like a doll, I feel nothing. It is cold in paper clothes, but they give you […]Read more "I am, 31."