I Take Out The Garbage

In its own defense against what is too concrete the mind allows a magical thought--

That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now. Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.

Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."

"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”

I can no longer conjure the sweetness of a plum

Writers, in general, enjoy the solitude that their profession allows, or more precisely, requires. I consider myself a member of that generalized group, along with a more exclusive club of writers who also tolerate an occasional…

By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:

Like large drops of rain on the active lap of earth, I heard myself falling all around the vacant spaces where you had once been. Emptying myself with dissolution, trying to alter the essence, to begin again where we had left off, as if to wind string b

"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked. "Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."

And then I heard “Yea, for I have seen the Father The Son, and the Holy Toast” Okay now, something up was weird

The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.

Look. There's just you and me, that's all that's left. All the rest of them had already given up a long, long time ago. They dropped their precious, colorful dreams like rusted railroad lanterns, like abandoned pumpkins, and littered the Twitching…

I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…

Son, could you please step out of the car?