Free FALL

Compact cars align the cul de sac, spine parallel along a pine tree, semi-truck careens into the neighborhood and its frequency transfers to wood, while the truck rounds out the horseshoe and vibrates the trunk, shakes her spine like a yacht navigating nervous waves.  Spine enters indoors, her clock-face wields a mustache, but she thinksContinue reading “Free FALL”

Dahlia and Dolls

Dahlia fed her dolls arsenic wafers to coerce fabric to adjust tone from Caucasian to the porcelain sheen of her mother’s cherished china. Last Easter her mother was setting the table, using care to place the dinnerware gently on the floral patterned tabletop. Dahlia licked her index finger and touched a stack of saucers, arrangedContinue reading “Dahlia and Dolls”

loneliness

Civilians eliminate communication as if receiving their degradation is a privilege.  Time compensates for the lapse of company by allowing entertainment to infiltrate consciousness, sequencing the blood from a frown to itemized nutrition, listed like movie credits, vying for affection from dilated tongue spurts.  Bum-Lick-Jane wipes the spittle, preserved where her wrinkles rotate from aContinue reading “loneliness”

Death by Design

Corpse of a wild boar rotted under the pines, to comfort the wicked, park ranger Pearl fastened googly eyes to wild boar’s grey eyes with gorilla glue. She posted a sign beside the remains which read: Kick Me. The site was popular among parents desirous to demonstrate the afterlife, inviting their children to, “go aheadContinue reading “Death by Design”

…this is the cost of a stolen smile

Brief lapse in judgement, she closed her eyes and studied the dark side of her household. Vibrations jiggled off power lines, streamed progress to thousands of docile smiles, tested the prowess of wrinkles which competed for folds with Crow’s feet, dimples and double-chin. Apathy belittled his purview for lacking room to recycle caffeine removed fromContinue reading “…this is the cost of a stolen smile”

President Trump is the Afterthought of Postmodern Progress

Encounters, brief as highway exchanges, saved on fascinated tongues, rolling Rs, or selling short the T, to complement a verbal fascination when language confided in description: Homebody lifted a glass filled with cheap bourbon and set it down on the corner of his table, and bolstered from lessening standard animations, his limbs procured to flail,Continue reading “President Trump is the Afterthought of Postmodern Progress”