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Flash Fiction (something I’ll build on)

Prologue             “What are you afraid of?”             This is the type of question Olivia asks when she’s bored.  Right now, as we sit here, in the very front row of the movie theatre, watching the latest horror flick, she’s bored, even as she transports popcorn from bag to mouth.  Bored enough to laugh each … Continue reading

The Mighty Adventures of Red Bull Man

            The cat cried from the tree, three branch-stories high, meowing down to the little girl.  “Kitty,” the little girl said, waving her arms.  “Kitty,” she persisted, now at the top of her little lungs, high-pitched and all.             Suddenly the wind changed direction, blowing leaves toward the west and threatening … Continue reading

My Personal BrainyQuote

Writing is creating life inside life.  Like the world is pregnant.  As an author, everything you see you keep, you eat, what you hear you record, because the child inside that begs to be released onto a page requires substance to live.  Writers write to live.  And that has nothing to do with anything other … Continue reading

Attempt at making you all hungry

The corner bakery stores the scent of fresh bread inside your shirt when you leave. Cotton fabric breathes bread breath. Silk and satin huff the aroma of yeast up and into your nose.  Warmed sugar lives inside wool.  And your hunger never stops.  Saliva reproduces so thickly that thirst is conquered. At the corner bakery, … Continue reading

attempt at a commencement speech

(Since it is the time of year for commencement speeches, I’ve decided to write my own for a university that does not exist, at least not anywhere else but in these words – p.s. I hope this isn’t lame – I ended up talking a lot about an oak podium)  First off, I’d like to thank Imaginary University for … Continue reading

How We Camp in 2013

The most efficient way to camp is inside your own home.  Dim the lights a little, or, for a more “authentic” experience, just light a few candles.  Imagine they’re fireflies, or stars even.  And if you can reach your roof, be it by chair or height advantage, stick gold stars up there and shape them … Continue reading

Dream Machine

Just yesterday I asked myself, “What would it be like to cheat your dreams?”  You know, instead of having dreams develop in my own subconscious, maybe it’d be more fun if I could occupy space in someone else’s.  Yours maybe. So I’ve been wondering, how does one know the dreams they’re experiencing are theirs?  But … Continue reading


            I was wrong.  Admittedly, even while I typed the words to my last essay, “Clocks are the only Time Machines,” I considered that one day I may think differently.  I couldn’t help but wonder if I would eventually encounter another time traveling device.  I just didn’t realize that it was … Continue reading


No one’s really watching The clock hand moves mutely Cameras are stationed inside miniature crystal balls with black glass hiding the interior I pretend they don’t exist These are UFOs and I am the government This building alone brings about the realization that there are more books than people alive in the world In here, … Continue reading


Damn I can’t start a poem with a curse Damn no one will read this and think This is poetry! Damn I mean words are alive and living Things grow and morph Damn some of us are thumbing through The past like this is life, no, That was life, now has never arrived Sooner, don’t … Continue reading

Fly Fingers

My phone muted Is no computer It’s just a ruler A call-calculator Counting my dials Recording the miles My finger pecks Have or haven’t pressed yet My hand’s a jet Flying for digits Thumb and pinky: wings My wrist’s the engine There’s no propellers Or landing gear Repeat the cycle Repeat the cycle Lunch receipt … Continue reading


Just last week we lost An employee who quit, With no two-week’s notice And no future job lined up He’d been employed here For a year and four months, No one heard him pack All of his belongings, I didn’t know he was gone Until the following morning When I was told, I mourned For … Continue reading

Tree Leaves

            A sudden wind gust blew Evan’s shirt above his belly.  He fidgeted a bit from the cool and adjusted his sun glasses.  Leaves again bloomed from sturdy branches, livening up the landscape as they do each spring in Cosica.             Stretching, Evan caught the bark of a low hanging branch and swung off of … Continue reading


Mondays are like the content in the toilet You know what they say when you catch a butterfly Stars align on the darkest natural canvas Even the brightest paint looks dull from far away Measuring distance can’t be as precise as two cups Plastic flipped gives the wind a sip You can get kids to … Continue reading

Eye Popcorn

I lay Legs dangling from my nest; head Perched atop more pillows Than maybe I’m worth Posters secure an escape For my eyes – or maybe I mean my mind One flash of Michael Jordan Skying against the permission Of aerial laws, palms my west wall Even Knicks opponents watch His triumph into another galaxy … Continue reading

Elegy for Penny

Can we just pretend Good dogs go to heaven Or their heaven where heaven Is a dog park with pet cocktails Which taste like peanut butter juice? She’s in a place where chocolate Isn’t a poison that will annihilate Her insides, (we should’ve marketed Diaper-Bottoms when we had the chance) Sometimes I write things that … Continue reading

The Undressing Room

There is no escaping The aroma that blankets the face Clothing is the only mask One’s body can cling to Women prepare to perform With an immobile partner Motionless as the sun that rests On the opposite side of the globe A name is announced; the speakers go Breathless until repetitive audio arrangements Burp away … Continue reading


I whispered a silent wish then blew out the candles, There were nearly too many to count, One was missing; Shadowed souls ascended From the deadened remains of wax arson, While chubby, yellow-winged mammals clapped Just outside of the window; They didn’t sing, speak or interrupt They were just – there – Projections, Holograms, Angels? … Continue reading

Steak Dinner

You made me weep inside That day the steak molested the tile “I’ll eat it” you said I said “…” Isolated by silent thoughts; Have we always been this selfish? Have you always been so alone? Did you know we would’ve thrown a tantrum; Gone hungry, if we would have had to eat the meal … Continue reading