Things I’m Afraid of: The List
Wobbly ceiling fans Glaucoma/eye pressure test machines Escalators Elevators that go too fast Elevators that go too slow New people My shadow Mirrors in the dark Cockroaches Ballons because they might pop Garage doors Teletubbies, the purple one Automatic car washes Photos that were taken when people first started taking photos AI Pitbulls, but the…
The Water Cycle
Black puffy clouds, release their anger, disintegrating onto waiting, wanting palm trees. The tiny beads slither down their barks, which once grated my hands, then on to toads’ backs, where they roll off to the welcoming top soil, “Penetrate me”. The fertility that is mud is born. New life and petrichor. And eons down under,…
Subject: GENTLE REMINDER
I received an email from my employer today. Despite the ominous darkness that crawled in as the mouse hovered over the OPEN button, despite the introspective question, “Have you neurons to waste?” I opened the darn thing. Unsurprisingly, it was the usual regrettably composed, long-winded missive, the type of panic-correspondence sent prior to visits from…
Sunsets
I have left sunsets behind me. The kinds that can only be gazed at from precarious cliffs Their clouds wailing deep orange-purple tears, until they melt into wisps And the sun bowing out in the defeat Of not being able to capture me. I have often left summer skies. After having bathed in the light…
Iceland
Effy, Iceland was an ice-cream glacier with toady-eyed hobbits! Turbulent ride back – plane being ping-ponged across the sky. My hand got wedged in some guys crotch. His GF is screaming at me, an overzealous Verdi soprano, with dragon-fire breath. We are by the exit row, she has opened the door The salt-water death is…
Memorandum
To: The People of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and Members of the Commonwealth For the past seventy years and twenty nine days, I have ruled this country with an iron fist. Yes, when my fist lands on this table, the metal ores and diamonds raped from your lands clang together. I have…
Happy International Women’s Day
I have largely ignored International Women’s Day. It has gotten lost among the proliferation of meaningless, monikerous days, weeks and months that we have designated to bring “awareness” to various issues. There’s National Debt Awareness Week, a salute to capitalism, There’s a National Do Your Fucking Job Day and Week for every single profession (I’ve…
N. I. P. P. L. E.
It’s hard being a popstar, man. All that gyrating gets wearisome and sometimes I wanna jazz things up a little, but the record label usually says Hell no. One time, though, me and Janet took the reins. It was Super Bowl XXXVIII and halftime was ours. Me and Janet masterminded the plan that ultimately cemented…
Los Mexicanos
They alighted the train at 125th street. Not the type who enter at Grand Central. Not unusual. But today I noticed the family. All tiny, Three kids, woman, Man. Speaking Spanish Probably Taino Indians Probably not It doesn’t matter. The woman and three girls sat down, not together, scattered across the train In the sparsely…
The Old Ranch Down the Road
A story about a little house in a Hole
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