The Jackknife Up the rungs of the diving ladder one more time, gripping the cold, unforgiving steel with my shriveled bare toes, nine steps to the top, reaching, it seemed, to the sky. Still in his work clothes, my father... Continue Reading →
Pool I have a small pool out there. Not dark like night, but full of pale milky light., and shimmering smoothly, rippleless. It's not deep either, hardly more than a footfall. Just deep enough to hide my dreams without them... Continue Reading →
Our Lives, Asynchronous I sleep with an iPhone clutched in my hand, soft buzzes stirring me in the dark hours. We communicate in blips and flashes: e-mails sailed from nameless cities, text messages slipped out in quiet moments between meetings.... Continue Reading →
Lover’s Apprehension I want to say I love you but I do not ++++++trust myself knowing that ++++++love is crafted ++++++in the mind ++++++― and minds ++++++are not like oceans but like sinks ++++++that drain ++++++when the ++++++plug ++++++is ++++++pulled.... Continue Reading →
Operator I want more from life than prancing, puffy years, alligator smiles and hypnotic dreams, killing a phrase for Wednesday's garbage run. I want to scrape life, deeper than words can lie. They aren't required to listen, those expatriate brides... Continue Reading →
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