a re\turn
LET US HAVE A MEETING OF THE MINDS AND CONSTRUCT A PERFECT DAY.
I imagine greenery glinting. And a soft breeze against my skin. Or maybe, leaves falling. Yes, later than Summer, actually. It could be early Autumn. The sun, in any case, should be stationed overhead, and her golden rays filtering kindly down upon all. Maybe a strong ray of it lighting up your jaw, and arm. Continue reading “pan flute promenade”
I’M GLAD I REMEMBER A WORLD BEFORE THIS ONE. After all, time flows and moments blend into the next and before you know it, a day is a year and five years is forty. Without keeping record, it would be easy to believe I’ve Always Been This Way, and Things, too. Things have always been this way.
But they have not. Continue reading “i’m glad i remember”
THE DELIGHT I FELT WALKING MELTING STREETS
summer sun searing my shoulder blades
pitch
kissing the soles of my shoes
jumping in petroleum puddles
popping tar bubbles
on my way home from school
blue bottles of glass on white window panes
chamomile
growing wild in the driveway weeds
a curl of smoke from a burning cigarette
orbiting the steering column
the flutter
of a luminescent green eyelid
a smile from the very first girl i loved
translucent
honeycomb bleeding
sweetness through your teeth
the wet flower heart of an artichoke
the low
warm
glow
shining onto a lover’s face
as the blanket you’re sharing begins to burn
the safety and truth of a planetarium
so simple to leave the earth far behind
and
the way the tapestry on the ceiling fluttered
in the candlelight when i was a child
MOBBED BY WHISPERS FROM ANOTHER WORLD, I have once again done the bidding of ghosts I may never meet. That is to say, I have made it through another edit of the Fiction Fantasy YA novel. You know, I hadn’t realized I’d stepped back for a solid 11 months since the last edit! But I’d been dreading it…thinking major surgery was still needed and feeling discouraged. Funny. It turned out to be almost entirely fine polishing. Pacing, order, continuity stuff, some remixing of certain lines, and lopping off a few sentences that pushed the point longer than needed. But not the big, ugly, box of wrenches under the hood fiasco I had been imagining. Not that I haven’t done enough of that so far. I’ve reworked this thing a lot since it began. I never wanted to give up on it. I always saw a good story in there. Continue reading “VISIONS THAT PERSIST”
MY HANDS SMELL LIKE INCENSE BUT IN MY EARS ARE TIDES, pulsing. tides, in and out, swelling and roaring, sheets of blood washing over the top step; cascading earthward, splattering, smacking and washing away a million tiny instances of dust, aged polyurethane, and sainthood.
i remember too much, and i work feverishly to hide it. i appear dumb, fawn-like, and impervious to cold reason. i am, instead, the first citizen of a new nation. as such, i must remain diplomatic. Continue reading “THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU FORGET YOU’RE SLEEPING”
SO, I HAD A MEETING WITH A FELLA who was looking to partner with an artist in a business idea. He was friendly enough, and I thought he had an interesting project, so we agreed to meet at some point soon to kick the idea around.
I sent him some links to my art online, and he seemed to dig what he saw. And for my part, I thought he had a striking idea lacking good illustration. So far so good. Continue reading “we were sunmates in a hell-bound submarine”
I HAVE ROUSED MY BLOG back into existence! Do not mind the emerald crustaceans bedazzling your skin as we break the surface, they only seek to join us in this rare event. For, risking all, I have returned from the heavily-mined heartlands of the ocean interquatik with this precious, handful of gleaming words.
Bear witness! Shimmy! Rub on it for Good Luck! Continue reading “ABOOT A BLAHG”
I VOWED