“Look at me. Don’t look away…there…see this…in my eyes…do you recognize it?” ”I don’t—please just let me go, I don’t know you. I don’t know why you’re doing this. Will you please just let me go, please? I swear to you on everything I hold sacred, I won’t tell anyone. I promise!” She blubbered through…
Sixty-seven fucking years old and still sulking severely at the surreality of life. I lost the woman I loved on a beach near a crude cliff dive called Careone’s in South Padre Island. My mother’s wedding band was in my trousers twirling between the fingers of my right hand as I walked towards the waves…
“Ever wondered what the hell the sulfur symbol is doing on the Oreo cookie? I hadn’t noticed it until about a week ago when I sat down from a long day at school to unwind with my usual episode of Alf. I can’t get enough of that show. My cousin lives in Hollywood and rubs…
I was created with ponderous purpose, he claims— With all the wonder and power he could muster, he devised me. A wondrous work of elegant alchemy and mystery: The Voices on the higher tiers can be heard from eon to eon resounding of my immaculate inception; the stars held their breaths and the cosmos silently gathered…
Love crawled in through the window of my condominium, in the dark while all was still, the cobalt-blue nightlight flickered in the corner next to the Pinocchio marionette that sits there motionless. The window slid open slowly almost motionless. And the bite of the winter night followed. She scrawled on my soft designer blanket and…
“Someone just killed the butler. I promise, he died with a smile, at least he had one when I found him.” The dining table decidedly drove the drove from miles around and now seated one and all to finely dine from oak and wine; a lawyer, a baker, a butcher, a waiter, the dentist…
See what a persuasive force the air has after a thunderstorm! My merits become evident and overpower me, though I don’t put up any resistance, I grant you. I stride along and my tempo is the tempo of all my side of the street, of the whole street, of the whole quarter. Mine is the…
A group of children, laughing, breathing heavily, some holding hands, ran in reverse past the red fern before me, through a shallow creek, into a creaking barn and were swallowed by the darkness therein. The sinking sound of rushing rapids in the distance, pulled upon my chin with seducing slumber, and I fought and fought,…
The sultry surge of nothing left my eyelids as we conversed with surreptitious candor, the evening beckoned bitterly and foreshadowed the closing of a day one day not remembered. The darkling thrush thrashed outside the window as running water from a garden hose provided the backtrack for a setting sun. She kept with the wine,…
In a double-dealing world of daunting dames and monotonous men, I remain, at least try as much as I possible can, devoid of duplicity. Hyper-analytical to the core, and constantly questioning with a seething skepticism—logic and science my pillars of persistence and self-preservation my torrid truth. Metaphor has constantly played a part in my life;…
