She sat against the window with that old, tattered book in her hand; her mother’s dress, now hers, finally, folded and draped much like a Victorian nightmare, hissing as she situated herself from time to time. The pearl earring her father had given her for her seventh birthday dangled and cast a small shadow upon…
The neighborhood cats had all took their place and sat and watched me from a distance; the black one with yellow eyes, atop a roof cool and still; the yellow tattered puss purred and licked his paws next the broken fence; the white feline with fierce green eyes rested his dirty head on the hood of the…
The angles were angry and the sycophant inside, was like the mark, hard to beat. The chief’s baritone drone was incessant and the dame behind the typer who answered the calls, was giggly no more now simply glaring. My veins were like cracks on an old marble statue, but they lay aching under a three-piece…
Another Thursday night, I thought as I unlocked the door to my apartment and felt my place hostage by the summer heat. The dishes in the sink were a crawling creature with ceramic discs for tentacles making its way across the kitchen counter and soon unto the floor. Flies buzzed somewhere in the dining room…
She had relied on the beauty of the biological imperative to bolster her insecurities. Brooding vampire eyes from across a room, the way she slowly chewed on a pen at work behind her desk, the walk that never failed to summon many a hard-on–had all been motions that managed to manipulate the opposite, and the…
There are sounds I can’t describe, sounds that dwindle past the ceiling in my home…somewhere near the telephone wires, perhaps. It feels as if it should be snowing the closer I lean my ear in to determine it, except it doesn’t snow where I live. For a short moment, I think of my first crush–I…
“What’s the matter, Gidget?” “I don’t know. It’s the times, I suppose. Would you look at that man over there? He should be ashamed of himself.” “Which one?” “The one with the wig, for christ’s sake.” “Will you lower your voice, woman. What on earth is the matter with you?” “Do you not remember the…
The automobile has always had a sexual allure for me. The way the engine sounds when you turn the ignition, the smell of its hot machinery under the hood, the shift knob and its peddles, an appendage and buttons that allows you complete control: speed, its growls, its groans, sighs, scrapes and screeching– if not…
The bicycle ride by the old river conjured up old contorted ghosts, ghosts mumbling about the good old days, about the bad old days, and the messy stack of days in between. The water is higher than it has been in about thirty years, I heard someone say. Gnarled wooden hands peaked in the middle…
I came home late and was taken aback by the chairs in the dark, they had all been moved and were facing each other away from the dining table. The street light always managed to penetrate through the blinds on the sliding door that lied between the living room and dining room. I spat the…
