He stood accused
of arresting an insight.
But no, he objected,
he’d only plucked it, lightly,
with two slim fingers and,
for barely a semi-quaver,
held it up to the light.
Then he let it float away
until it burst with the silly sound
of a soap bubble striking a bell.
Practicing numbers, he watches her smoke. She stares at nothing: Not him, not the passing red mustang. I’m not (one, two) he thinks (three) thinking about her. A breeze blows blue smoke…
In the gathering of fertility laughter ricochets off the photo frame. I smell the smoke but can’t see the fire. Watch dogs rotate through the broken fences, where “wildlife-y” rocks listen to…
I wish I were off to another world Where my destiny would be unfurled. Could I become a brilliant spell caster? Or only learn to fly faster? Perhaps I could board a…
A new year passed. My gay friend with the glass eye received, just today, his insurance settlement. And me. A complexity thwarting mine, I’ve knuckled down to my bereavement. God have mercy,…