In the beds of women all my life I sought to sleep like God in France/ Jodi collapsed on the sideline at her daughter’s soccer game.

For a man with a poor command of English, he managed to describe his recent redundancy with aplomb. “One week, everything perfect; the next week –” He mimicked a noose being fixed around his neck and I sat and watched his eyes bulge.

a whisper of wind

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"All you believe, is what defines you."--Julian LennonFloating has not stopped the music from coming through one bit. It's nice to know how magically it was made by ordinary men and women, but oh the brave choices they have made out loud for the…

The neighbor was a little woman...

God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.

I was a head with two legs.

October is not sitting on a fence instead running like a mad man face to face

I wanted none of her. But also that day I had just finished The Story of 0., and my mind was full of sadistic whimsies and the mood of anythingness that the book instills: the pound of fleshness. Anyway, I sneered at her and told her she bored me, and sat

My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.

They smiled at each other. Soon a fresh lip pattern was left on the mirror.

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No harp now hails, / no wood sings mirth, no good hawk / swoops through the hall, no swift steed / paws dirt in the castle-yard. Woeful death / has emptied earth of an ancient race.

Last night I dated the universe. What a hottie! I arrived on time and was feeling a bit spacey. Look at me, I said. I'm on time. Yeah, well, I invented time. I made sure you'd be here on time. Cool. Where do you want to go? Doesn't matter. Wherever we go I'm already…

Night already falls and I realise I haven't filled the day's basket to my satisfaction. I've put in the little and big daily duties, but forgot the dreams, to smell the lilac's perfume, pick a branch of the jade plant, listen to an old jingle, sing with the black bird,…

The fire was so fierce,so fair like an opal;the most primal burn."Death haunts these trees,"the woman said, as she held the potof beetroot soup above the fire.They spoke from the basement; living in the dark space,nerves too locked up to to look out the windowand…