Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to locate you with a brass compass.   Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames   Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, on…

Poetry / “Gunpowder ghosts”

Gunpowder ghosts   I am unsure that you still exist because my memories are grainy and out of focus like films of bigfoot lumbering across the landscape leaving footprints real or not   Perhaps you’re still here and are held up by invisible strings like blurry pie plates in UFO films that we once watched…

Romance / “B is for Browne”

B is for Browne     How will I know if we’re through, she asked half kidding, even though they’d only been together since the hot summer and now it was the crisp fall.   He explained that being a fan of what he calls ‘suicide music’ that any dark period in his life, and…

Love story / “Blessed”

Blessed   I’d really like to start going to church, she said out of nowhere. He merged the old Monte Carlo onto the parkway on a gray day that was too fucking cold for March. It’s supposed to be the third day of spring, he thought, and in protest he hadn’t brought a coat.  …

Poetry / “Cereal box decoder ring”

Cereal box decoder ring   Your pink pillow now missing had been inside an invisible box with a Crayola note on the back of a love letter treasure map saying something about ‘in case of emergency’   So I go to my drawer and find my cereal box secret decoder ring to decode your internal…