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hellofaday

Started with the solemnity of their dysfunction from overnight: when he brought his swollen member out at first she said ‘stop’ but after the usual rituals he’d grown accustomed to she had exposed herself and  rolled over, opened her legs, kissed him back hard, came twice. Only after they were well into the afternoon did theContinue reading “hellofaday”

Last Resort

No one ever thinks it will come to this one thinks 6000 miles from home crying to one’s parents on the phone— The reassurances the same as they always are but this time something sticks different The sun broils and nights come quick after six— They leave with one’s daughter as if they don’t oweContinue reading “Last Resort”

Double Vision

The corners of the eyes hade become open ground for apparitions. Figures emergerd out of empty rooms and turned back into hanging linens, furniture, a shelf on the wall. One morning he wakes up, fully alert, hallucinating his wifes voice beside him asking ‘so how’s it going at work?’ He knows shes asleep and notContinue reading “Double Vision”

Weeping to “While my guitar…”

Dropped you off at the airport for the tenth time this week. Song came on on the ride back to our house. Using these pronouns while I still can. Don’t want the end of this thing we made to be any more imminent than I do any other kind of doom. Do you really thinkContinue reading “Weeping to “While my guitar…””

Angel in blue

A week ago, over the top branches of the trees two blocks away, the flicking linear beeline of a hummingbird out to enjoy the uncommonly warm weather. The darting, pausing path discloses the species even without the need for binoculars. It brings back the times they’ve flown so close as to see their spectacular greenContinue reading “Angel in blue”

Angel spec?

Three weeks ago, maybe four–lying in bed and inbetween sleep and reality…what spectral being descended thru the oblivion of my mind: folding golden flowing forms growing closer, close enough to encounter, a rumination or revelation? Was this the visit I’d been praying for?Yesterday morning in the broken dawn, I heard my name, startled awake, seekedContinue reading “Angel spec?”

Cin’min girl

Driving home I heard the gritting sounds of Neil Young‘s cinnamon girl on the radio. I pondered all the different transitions that made the song so great as I turned onto my street. The radio started to give out, and I almost lost the signal—but the distortion of the interfering airwaves only added to myContinue reading “Cin’min girl”

7 W’s

When you heard about the intercepted hypersonics, what did you imagine? Was this the sign the war was turning, or merely propaganda against R/P–“Western defense systems” referenced as the reason the “unstoppable” had been stopped forebodes–Wow, a hundred years ago we had just all gotten out of the first WW–Without realizing the next one wasContinue reading “7 W’s”