The trees have been here so long and me, I’m just a punk drop-in. I do not expect them to accept me all at once. I know better than that. Still, I feel they are beginning to at least get …
Down the Tube
In the far northeast corner of Washington State, the Pend d’Oreille River winds through a dark and doleful countryside. The thickly-forested hills press close to the highway, and even in summer the sun seems reluctant to intrude. Weathered farm houses …
I Shall Not Remain Buddha-like
Innocence fled long ago. It withered under inflated expectation, schoolroom inanity, war’s insanity, unfulfilled romance, and finally, age. Innocence fled, leaving behind disillusionment, disappointment, and failure, even at this.
I’ve been called four times for jury duty in the last …
Watchword
The Ave is down and dirty on a summer afternoon, an afternoon stinking with decay and stagnation and sadness. What could be sadder than a summer Saturday afternoon alone? On the Ave. Death waits in the wings, naked. Time is …
Watchword
The Ave is down and dirty on a summer afternoon, an afternoon stinking with decay and stagnation and sadness. What could be sadder than a summer Saturday afternoon alone? Death waits in the wings, naked. Time is the enemy. He …
Beside Cool Waters
Why did everything have to have a time? The Indians weren’t slaves of time, some said. Bullshit. They had their own time, “Indian time” or whatever you wanted to call it, but it was still time. The seasons, the weather, …
Cherry Blossoms
For Ronald Mark Blaha
Those pink trees, crazy how they smelled so strong. Like that little tree in the cab–that smell. That night.
EJ.
What the fuck are we doing here EJ? Spooky son of a bitch, EJ.
Ask that …
Everybody Should Have a Hobby
Two small holes pock the carpet. My nice, smooth office carpet. High heel holes: the agent’s. She is watching me. Maybe she considers that part of her job. I wonder, though: does she watch all her clients? I feel a …
It
How in hell did you fuck up Jingle Bells? DashING through the snow…one-HORSE open sleigh! Everybodyknew that! But no: Across the street a man in a cowboy hat sat on a wheeled throne hammering an electric guitar and in an …
Come Fly with Me
How do you know if it’s going to rain? How do you make the world whole? How do you tell a total stranger his fly is open?
An amber light glows, an eerie wind whispers, the hush of anticipation, movement, …