Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
we play Ouija us dumbasses it's a teen night at the manor the protective parents trusted us when they wanted to have some fun of their own you know the drill just like in the movies we all join hands around the table the lights dimmed for atmosphere slightly drunk, slightly high giggling at this … Continue reading Number twelve dream (nightwings)
slanted shadows straining through fence slats the last claws of winter come to take back their snowfields the steady trickle of the great melt a stumbling fly blunders onto my windshield as I sit eating fries at McDonalds supplanted by the scavenging seagull who watches me carefully hand to mouth, hand to mouth I save … Continue reading Spring in the suburbs
I do so admire the ones who can render The spirit of splendor in paint The simple untouchable beauty so tender So lovingly shown, with restraint As I lazily lie in my rumpled old bed The window’s all beaded with rain And the thin thorny branches beside the old shed Wildly dance in the wind’s … Continue reading The Painter
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test the springtime air Some colour in the flowerbeds To grace a fairy’s hair But the sun, it paled, as iron dull And windy came the … Continue reading Spring shall overcome
Arlene Marlene Maureen Jaylene Janine Eileen Irene I knew them all Morphine Dramamine Cyclobenzaprine Codeine Thorazine Venlafaxine Caffeine I tasted them all The former I was mad about The latter didn't help much.
My naivety is showing. Ever since the advent of the full-throttle internet there's been a temptation, before buying goods and services, to be smart about it by seeking out the myriad reviews, whether it be on Google, Facebook, Amazon, or the company's actual website. Such a minefield this is to navigate. It does not take … Continue reading The tower of babble
In my little corner of the world, the wife and I have recently made the decision to sell our "empty nest" home and downsize. Or maybe just take the money and run. So, I have been putting out feelers to look for places to rent around town, reasoning that instead of buying again we could … Continue reading An attempted scam
Preludes to sepia sleep they come and I but a spectator in thrall to the flick of an old viewmaster or the careless cast of an octagonal die with chance designs on each flat face I watch, watch the pictures these. these are mine but their sequence is without meaning I muse, crazily, wondering who … Continue reading Unbidden
Nancy was in group therapy when I attended, for weekly sessions, some three years ago. We were there for depression, anxiety, you may know the drill. About twelve of us would sit at a large round table, as our psychologist Karen encouraged each of us, in turn, to speak about our lives and what things … Continue reading The girl in the group (updated)
It's so singular and peculiar. How I feel about you, women that I have met. In casual encounters at a restaurant, in the market, pumping gas. You are instantly forgettable to me, and I to you. We share barely a glance, but in the chance lottery of some dreaming night I flesh you back into … Continue reading I’ve just seen a face
