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Dog, Cry, Station
Dog. Dog at the end of life bark like mad, cause fleas, and dirt chips, hanging onto furry fury like it was lights out for everything. Lights out for the world, boy. And dog chase its tail like a bad boy, like a dumb boy, like a Marxist chimpanzee boy. In circles doing laps around…
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Griselda
While each of my family members had some role (and continue to have roles) in my life and impacted who I am as a person, it all began with Griselda. She was the one who officially kicked everything off, whether we were ready for the inciting incident or not. Because you see, our lives were…
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The Failed Ritual
Amen and amen and silk curtains. And sashes. They approached the pool at twilight, when the whipper wills were out and the horizon was a cool blue. The fountain at the back of the pool was alive, and creeping behind one of the boulders was the woman who screams upstairs. She was doing her best…
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Bottom of the Well
It did not matter how I fell to the bottom of the well, what mattered was how I was to survive the ensuing days until I would hopefully be rescued. I had sent a carrier pigeon to the last of my remaining relatives, and I knew that I could trust the carrier pigeon. He had…
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Nine Bodies on the Floor
I counted the bodies on the floor, and it was actually a lower number than I would have expected. Enough pings had gone off and enough interference had ripped through the central stage that I was expecting it to at least be in the double digits. But no, more had gotten away than either Steven…
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Tag on the Papa Toe
He stood over the sink and tried to count how many teeth had been caught in the drain net, without actually having to remove the net. It was like guessing how many jellybeans were in a large glass jar at the county fair. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his jeans,…
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Perfectly Disappointed Lover
Call me crazy, but I’ve been feeling more like a Perfectly Disappointed Lover these days. And yes, I capitalized all of those letters, because it doesn’t feel like a lower case type of issue. It feels like an upper case issue all the way, baby. An upper case issue all the way. A Disappointed Lover…
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Bitten by the Devil’s Granddaughter
I was walking across the silver bridge and gazing at the calm waters on either side of me. There were reeds poking out from the shallow banks and water lilies floating there, little green leafy islands in the wilderness. There was no one else to be found walking, or even standing, on the long, narrow,…
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Don’t Try to Measure the Ground from Here
It’s a sordid affair, but it’s the truth that when two opposing forces face each other, gather momentum, and then collide, glass is splintered everywhere and no one goes away unscathed. That much is true. That’s some sort of law from where I stand – law of motion, law of mass, whatever you want to…
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