When death lurks on your morning stroll

baked by the fresh, morning sun the streets reek of boredom, panic, and piss decide to practice increased tactility practice keeping my head from bowing to track my shoes practice my breathing practice regulating judgmental tendencies achieve temporary reprieve enjoy a brief taste of peace until I remember that there is horror horror and death,Continue reading “When death lurks on your morning stroll”

musings upon her funeral dress

These garments are like a tightly packed row of Hers dehydrated, deflated and hung up front to back. Each item was her in a mode, a mood, a moment in time each was chosen by her to reflect the parts of her personality most vibrant and attractive in times when she felt brave. They allContinue reading “musings upon her funeral dress”

my brother the stone

The ocean waves, that is the rhythmic undulations emitted ceaselessly from the rich void out there and beneath us in the earth and the weather from above, gently yet unyielding, roll over the back of the large stone three-quarters submerged at the water’s edge in a distinctive V-pattern, and such a pattern takes lasting shapeContinue reading “my brother the stone”

faces, voices, touches, memories

sometimes I wonder what ever became of them the black girl that came from France who had the skinniest ankles I’d ever seen the brunette with the husky voice who fucked me in my van she had a tattoo on her back of a butterfly and she wrote me a poem the almost-virgin with theContinue reading “faces, voices, touches, memories”

saturday morning swim class

the smell of the pool warm chlorine whirring of underwater jets feeling of cold, slick tile underfoot sounds echoing off high, hollow ceilings screeching of the lifeguards’ whistle memories come flooding back in waves of soft pool water that parking lot outside cold winter wind turning to fragrant humidity as you walk in hearing theContinue reading “saturday morning swim class”