Monthly Archives: November 2011

Days of the Week

Monday lay in bed with Tuesday, tears streaming down her flush hours, sobs hiccupping the minutes, Sunday’s spit still clinging to her cheek. Tuesday waited until Monday left the next morning and decided to change his ways. No more, enough, … Continue reading

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Sugar

Your words were sugar to my ears, but you talked and talked, until I convulsed in diabetic shock with each honey suckled syllable, you spoke.

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I told you to think of the happiest moment in your life. To remember every detail Not the color Not the companion Forget the portrait Focus on the landscape Every blade of grass Every pine needle Then you rolled over … Continue reading

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Retail

How’re the chicken kabobs? asked the customer. The chicken kabobs? The waitress responded. Why, they’re simply amazing. The best I’ve ever tasted. Slow roasted in an ancestral, tin kettle over a wood fire stoked by hand for ten hours -at … Continue reading

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Parking Lot Ocean

There is a parking lot behind my apartment building.  It is expansive and sliced with 2083 yellow lines. One winter, it turned to ice and the moon’s reflection reflected an ocean to my eyes.  I smoked a cigarette –shivering- and … Continue reading

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An Accord

If you offer, it’s yours. If you don’t want it, don’t offer.

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American

“I’m a Greek god, a Cuban pimp, and a drunk Irishman,” He said to me. “I’m an American.”

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