Pig
The pig’s hindquarters flip-flopped; a cane, finger’s length, into its vagina slid. Meet its eye; your fear to the wayside dropped....
14 April, 2023
Until Her Shadow’s on the Curtain Round Her Bed
My whole body's a hand up inside the hole of some lacquered clock reaching— What word or other have you now she's in her tracks stopped, what more than slow up for me, hey? Ta ta...
11 April, 2023
The Goner
They'll read something like it somewhere— wronged one longed all along for the long gone wrong one wool over this one's eyes, steel wool...
08 April, 2023
Old Sweetheart Slams White Russians and Mudslides on Ditmars Blvd., Astoria
First words out of my mouth he say: My, my, you're not from around here. Every bone cry hie you hence but in uniform he's out of this world. Brass chicken hawk on brick wall exposed read fifty degrees....
04 April, 2023