why not just go ahead and walk into the mirror à la Jean Marais following Heurtibise into the underworld.
I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
My lover passes the healing comb
through the hair of my soul
during the night
as she retouches my youth,
climbing the infinite tree of hope
against the permanent limbs of gravity.
"You brand much cattle?"
the biker asks, flicking her left erect nipple with his middle
Sometimes I had the time right, and sometimes the place; that day, they came together.
stepping into porchlight,
a bag of bones in hand
At the first door the clumsy research assistant from the Wistar Institute of Anatomy and Biology rings the bell and when the door opens Mr. Whitman says " O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring!" instead of "Trick or treat" just as we'd prac
The little girl rears back and thrusts the pan forward, spraying the hot corn and milk mixture over my bare torso.
My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
A Halloween drabble. Happy Halloween to all!
“Yes, Mother, of course I’m still single. No, I haven’t joined the Army. No, I’m not moving back home.”
KID SISTER: "Don't make me sic Dad on you . . . " ME: "WTF? When'd he grow a spine, without my paperwork, to play with?"
Once upon a time, before there was Prairie, there was Swamp.
Therein lived Salamander and Snake. High above them, in the tops of Cypresses lived Woodpecker.
As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.