I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…

“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."

[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]

This is the hole I fell in. I can get out of it now, but I must have fallen fastasleep. Does it matter if it was for a long or a short time? Everyone is gone like a smile and replaced lately by sadly different versions of themselves. When I saw you…

After oh so many hours the eyes could only close only to view a Ritz cracker marching on a nose

but most times/ it’s just improvisation// with phrases of unknown origin/ swirling in my head

Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.

Someone in a slippery raincoat walks by with rubber boots friction and suction sounds. It's raining: a heavy, vigorous, insistent rain. The willows across the road are kneeling in ocher mud. On the tall eucalyptus, the kookaburra preens and realigns its feathers. Mia gauges…

photography shows/just what telescopy tells:/all we see is past.

My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…

Sometimes late at night my dead sister visits and it is always the same, where the forest runs down to the sea

The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...

I was born into a perpendicular world I held Vertigo in my arms once And gave her a good squeeze That she just couldn’t get out of her head Then she would follow me around the perimeter Where my breath was being held Against my will Ah,

The boy heard loud barks and squeals, climbed on a chair, and looked out the window at the barnyard and the faded blood red barn.

You stretch my heart / in sacred ways

in a world of men too drunk with competitive contempt