She's in charge.

After my vasectomy, I got a T-shirt with a picture of an orange on it. It said "All Juice, No Seeds."

Their bodies, ripe uncovered flesh, had begun to erode, the edges of their limbs and cores bitten, taken by the wind in small pieces, flaking and tearing, some parts sliding, falling away.

The juice that stays on my neck when you tip me back, catching me in an alleyway, holding me upright as the oranges tumble and strike the backs of my knees. You cup your strong-smelling, sticky-soft fingers around my ear and say let's blow this city.

I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.

...you lick you ice cream, little pink tongue like a cat's, flick, flick... lick fast, girl, the heat's gonna melt it...

Falling// is something that comes quite naturally/ to puffed up things. Like the soufflé

“The wound is the place where the light enters you…”- JALAL AD-DIN RUMIFollowing my lithium poisoning by my doctor, I went into a delirium, a vortex of darkness of losing myself sucked into a swirling black hole of space, no language, no way to communicate,…

you think it knows about getting us as far as wehave, to the here we are now boathouse where we can stop holding onto our worldweary chains so much. How else can I slap this thing into a new clay pot for you? All those things that are…

Max leads the parade up the hill. He is sawing on his violin, wearing nothing but a raincoat.

Mabel constructed the quintessential boundary. She carefully boiled down her pots and pans, her jewelry, her copper kettle, and the foils from forty six bottles of white pear cider into a silky metallic stew. Mable smeared the mixture onto a burlap…

His birthday buddy was like a wife to him: they were born a day apart. This was coordinated, he believe, in the womb. Well, to be more accurate, wombs. She was due two weeks earlier but waited; he two weeks later but cut his womb-time (as the kids call i

One week until the exhibition and only half the paintings were done. This was how Axel worked best, with a gun to his head.

Women with tremulous breasts. Going down the swimming pool drain.

chet baker shades my eyes rippling through the cool water sometimes we feed the fish