Mar 24
Promise We had the rings picked out. She promised me, you will never be that lonely again. Ever. Emphasizing that final word. EVER. I think of her promise as I sit here listening to her voicemails over and over. The only thing left to keep me company now. Plate Tectonics I watched a documentary on …
Mar 23
Blurb for my blurbs Tony Brewer’s blurb for my chapbook is like an earnest comment on a fetish site for em dash fanciers. He took me seriously — and I don’t take anything seriously. Everything is spelled correctly and probably proofread, I can’t tell. He gets weird around the middle. Punctuation: extensive!; — pulling out. …
Mar 22
SANTA BARBARA, CA (1973) I was dropped off where the freeway ends, the guy had to go well out of his way to find an empty spot to let me out. For about a mile long stretch 101 became a palm lined boulevard crowded during the summer months with block after block of despair, an …
Mar 22
ANOTHER FUCKING POEM I picked up the zine and was exhausted by the poetry so I skipped over it another fucking poem I thought my mind was too out of breath to read any poetry no wonder it takes so long to hear back from editors Dan Flore III’s writings have appeared in many publications. …
Mar 21
People You See At Funerals The thing no One prepares you For Is the loneliness Of adulthood, As friends scatter Like ashes in The wind, Meeting once every Year or so At wakes or Weddings, And that friendship Sits on a shelf In the back Of a closet Like your best Funeral/wedding suit, A little …
Mar 20
Put Your Lights On when you need me, her main man had said, a hot spot burned into her bed where they had lain, covers pulled back, just the two of them spent & lazy, all their dead banished to the desert, even after moon rise, even after their shadows could be seen as desolation …
Mar 19
Eat the Rich My mother always said “He thinks his shit doesn’t stink” and I thought about her words dozens of times, wondering if a posh guy stood above his toilet, smiling with satisfaction as he thought, “Why, my shit has no stench at all. In fact, it smells intoxicating.” Perhaps he lingered for a …
Mar 19
Rabbit Season Rabbits scamper across gravel and grass, dodging beneath expensive SUVs, hoping not to get hit, and flattened out on asphalt roads like hairy pancakes sizzling in 90° F heat— rabbit after rabbit appearing (then disappearing) to the invisible chorus of raucous birds. “They all look the same,” the birds squawk (like …
Mar 18
A Tale of Two Idiots, My Ten-Year Friendship with Brian Fugett Before Zygote In My Coffee, there was Babel. Babel was a monthly online literary journal edited by Victor Thorn. Victor Thorn you may not remember was a bit of a wild man, himself, a man who never met a conspiracy theory he couldn’t connect back …
Mar 17
CHET BAKER’S EMBOUCHURE No longer able to hit notes without a set of natural teeth— but he kept at it, didn’t let it silence the golden sound within him, and, in spite of his demons, he learned how to play again. Music elevated him above a self-imposed gutter, who left wrinkled valleys across his dented …
