Monthly Archives: March 2018

The last time I went to that Diner it was gone. Just a hole in the ground, craterous. There was a fire there or something. I couldn’t be sure; there was nothing left to pin a note of explanation on. … Continue reading →

You walk carefully but with purpose taking the same sort of steps that you have hundreds of times before. It’s an old game, traveling in this labyrinth this particular circle of hell. You enter the kaleidoscopic hall with the epileptic … Continue reading →

Look at it now: there’s no pattern in the pieces just a shambles, a trail of trash left there where you had your accident. No of course you didn’t mean to you ever do. And of course you’ll try to … Continue reading →

They told me you were paranoid; I swore it wasn’t true but they showed me reams of data. There was nothing I could do. They’ve been on your tail for hours after days and weeks and years. They’ve denied all … Continue reading →

As we pulled out of the gas station she asked me why I had yelled. In an effort to be occasionally honest with the girl, I said I wasn’t sure. “First he put up his hand then told me to … Continue reading →

The paper pieces interspersed in the pages of the poetry book – some spine-shattered, cover-falling Ferlinghetti – offer little insight or understanding of the poems therein. They barely even inform anything interesting about the author of the notes. Random names, … Continue reading →

We hid the treasure – the most wondrous prizes we could imagine at the time – on the beach – the most wondrous place we knew – which maybe wasn’t the best plan with the surf constantly coming in, wiping … Continue reading →

She sat next to me while I gulped down egg drop soup at the take out place. She asked if she could pay me cash so that I could order an Uber for her. I smelled a scam but answered … Continue reading →

Missed opportunity: You were the smokey-eyed Latina in jeans and a tweed trench, glasses provocatively placed on forehead with a circular diamond on her left index finger. I was the fucking idiot on the fucking 6 train who kept, like, … Continue reading →

He wears a mask on the back of his hat so empty eyes cover his retreat wherever he goes even when he sits on the crowded 2 heading towards Harlem. The mask stares out the blurry window looking at the … Continue reading →