Sitting silently within the first three rows at the movie theatre makes me feel like a fly on a glaring, warm television screen; what a blessing it is that most people hate the front rows. I dig it quiet, which is why I usually go alone. The cellphone gets shut off and I surrender to…
Sullen and trite, the tenets that tumbled forth, the words incongruous and purposely parading–and the grandfather clock with its inevitable ticks, became the relentless reminder of the minutes left. Oh, so many wonderful things that surrounded him now; all things pleated and oak wood hand-carved, the smell of damp tobacco coupled with warm vanilla hovered…
“Have you considered my son?” “Your son is worthless. He will have no use in my service.” “No use? He is a virtuoso for his age at playing the flute. He sounds like nightingales in love, believe me, my wife and I stare out at the stars sometimes and we lose ourselves while he plays.”…
“Sing, sing if you must, but sing loudly. Feel…feel like they do, like the rest of the bozos out there– don’t nibble on the trigger finger! You’re on the chessboard, like the rest of us, so make a move. Calculated ones are good, but don’t wait too long. You wait a long time and some…
I am a loving mother of three beautiful and crazy children–a boy and two girls. A megabitch to my employees at a leading law firm in Boston. My Rage Grover runs all day to and fro and Starfux gets my business at least three times a day. The walk-in closet in my home contains designer…
Arabesque etchings surrounded the pause in her pupil, kaleidascaping past her porcelain countenance, reaching elsewhere without effort, without thought. The coppers in her hair faintly took the sun by its golden strand, with a hazing, quivering hand, and slightly smiling as her bare feet crunched beneath dead leaves, wet grass, pine needles, whilst the smell…
La plage plagued like pestilence, evoking dampened sheets of sweat, and all at once I remembered how we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in lust with each other; a lust mature enough to consume the all-too-childish notions of love. I daresay, we sung our bodies frenzied and electric, beholding the difference in years, the many…
What terrible lies did bestow the wrath that guides you? How calmly and unequivocally did the throes of a leaving conscience dismiss you–you the man bearing the bludgeoning blade? The music rang truly like a toothache in the empty piano room; the dust lifting with every note. And her footsteps almost cutting into the…
It is imperative I blurt out in blunders, swing swiftly from branch to branch, duplicitous whilst the duped deal dauntingly the day. Beneath their feet, against their walls, humbly standing, kneeling tall, I ejaculate the gesture infinite–the sinking waves of cosmic ecstasy–the tongue a tiny flame unable to be tamed, igniting an unrestrained holocaust. Frame…
I was a precocious and, at times, prurient child, thirsty and hungry for another world, another time. I wasn’t aware of the disguise I was to claw out through at the aching age of thirteen. Mother didn’t love her baby, and Father was nowhere to be found. On thin ice, I tip-toed through the world,…
