i loved my young life once. it thrummed with inner mischief, some transgressions maybe but all tongue, all textures, all translated through that funnel in my head.
All meat is tenderized the same way. /Good meat is beat lifeless before you eat.
She’s the kind of person who adapts to a broken thing instead of figuring out how to fix it.
I have a blind date with destiny:/ no doubt I won’t be recognized.
First time I see Joseph Stalin he’s at the pool. He’s wearing an old-fashioned one-piece swimsuit, still has his trademark mustache. He doesn’t stay long, dives in, plays ball with kids for a time, climbs out of the water, and leaves. Next time I see Joseph Stalin he’s in the grocery store, shopping. There’s nothing… Continue reading “Stalin Resurrected” by James Valvis
Neil Young wakes in the semidarkness, rises like the very sun itself, and places upon his head a dusty black fedora. He wraps his physical manifestation within a flannel shirt, as if wrapping it within a shroud of the Holy Spirit. He eats something organic and picks up the news and quickly puts down the… Continue reading “It’s Just a Dream” by Justin Hamm
I had this idea about iced tea. Maybe it was the same idea Newton had about gravity. That everything slips and falls, and that is not necessarily a bad thing if you do it correctly. I thought iced tea might not be something I could do correctly anymore. Not like sailing a ship which I… Continue reading “Addiction” by Matthew Lippman