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 theContinue reading “Things I’m Afraid of: The List”
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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,Continue reading “The Water Cycle”
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 fromContinue reading “Subject: GENTLE REMINDER”
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 lightContinue reading “Sunsets”
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 isContinue reading “Iceland”
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 cementedContinue reading “N. I. P. P. L. E.”
THE ROUGH DRAFT 