Category Archives: empeethree/music

We are so quick to jump to conclusions. So loathe to be blamed. We wring our hands, stamp our feet. We look out the window at the burning trees, and then go to the kitchen to pour ourselves a glass … Continue reading →

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 →