“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?” “Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.

awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past

I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…

It's time, more than anything

fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...

Something was changing. We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.

Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .

When I got that brain tumor I hallucinated this crazy doctor. Dr. Doug. He came into my…

In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways

My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/ on the carpet AGAIN!

Corina's skin is a circus tent. Her red-striped peppermint scars are a reminder of Christmas and family traditions. The obedient poodles of her childhood dreams jumped through hoops of fire until they became bald and grotesque. Poor dears, now, they no longer yap. They…

Boys start fires all the time— it's a rite of passage— so when your father gives you the task of setting fire to the family's trash, you don't mind, and when the flames ignite inside the old dishwasher he heaved into the woods behind the house, you…

Beware superfluous color

like the dome of an immense lamp like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide

remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter