Monthly Archives: December 2005

Ears hear what’s near here. Tongues can be silver or forked. I laugh when my girlfriend says I have selective hearing. She said she licked his bearing. She must like to cook. She says Olive Oil all the time. I … Continue reading →

Open hand. Frail heart. He tore across the lawn, leaving deep ruts. I don’t remember if he clipped the side of the house. The flowers. Make believe that we were there. That we saw. Smelled. A deepening fragility connected to … Continue reading →

The last time we kissed, I touched the bare-skin swell where waist curves into hip. You bit my tongue. The baggage. Pillows and suitcases all stacked in a row. Don’t fall down. Remember the time? We didn’t even touch. Just … Continue reading →

The noodles expanded when we cooked them. It just didn’t seem like the pots and pans were hot enough. Loud enough. A welcoming into. A fashionable length. The sandpaper was rough. The table was smooth. I sanded it myself. Long … Continue reading →

I said. No. I was saying. No. I was. No. I. You. He. Then. But then I was trying. It was like a. Like a. But no. I was. Will you. I said. No I did. So. Say. Listen I … Continue reading →

Imagination isn’t required for what I’m about to do. No fairies or sprites will be harmed during the performance. As a last-ditch effort, I might ask you to remove your hats. Please look up. What you are about to see … Continue reading →