Imagining a Life with Her

She tells me she wants to be a baker, that it’s been her dream since she was young. I taste the cakes she’s prepared and I’ll admit – she is good. Her dream is to open a shop and delight the city’s sweet-seekers. I taste my new acquaintance’s sugary confection and imagine a life withContinue reading “Imagining a Life with Her”

Greasy Spoon Day-Dreaming

In a diner on the side of the highway my shaking hand pours coffee, flips burgers as my cigarette takes orders at the bar. We have hot soup-du-jour, burgers, and eggs for the hitchers, truckers, and farmers who dust themselves by the door and chat about the weather. Doris DeLynn, with her big hair, andContinue reading “Greasy Spoon Day-Dreaming”

Sensations of Copulation

sex is happening beside me, inside my mind a couple sit, myself beside her like an impromptu menage she rubs her dress straight on the surface of her long legs with pointed hands and painted nails she laughs with her partner carelessly tossing her hair behind her which brushes my shoulder and she excuses herselfContinue reading “Sensations of Copulation”

Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?

His cheekbones pronounced, his slight bristle of stubble, his brows immaculately-shaped, he positively glowed from the picture frame. He could have modeled. Perhaps not on the runway, for his demeanor was too humble, too approachable. He lacked the stark, cold angularity usually reserved for runway types – those exiguous flesh mannequins, paid to shut upContinue reading “Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?”

A Man’s Respect and Admiration

I admire the muscles of your arms and the flatness of your stomach I respect the softness and length of your neck and your legs I have nothing but respect and admiration for you and your eyes the bridge of your nose, and cheek-bones your lips and the metal stud you sport with such classContinue reading “A Man’s Respect and Admiration”

The Magician

The day started off normal enough, I muse to myself falling heavily into the chair pulled up to my kitchen table and gripping the cold bottle of lager freshly procured from my fridge. Thinking back on the events of the day, I find myself scarcely able to accept they actually occurred. Life sure can beContinue reading “The Magician”