I Saw It

That tree at night is so beautiful. I saw it. I saw the beauty. I claim this vision with my artist’s eye. My eye so true you crave to see the beauty I see. You pose and claim you saw it too. You didn’t see it.

Escobar’s Cold

Escobar couldn’t hear so good. His cold — the same cold he was complaining about last month — had taken root now, deep inside the curly spots that led from ears to brain. You might think he would open his eyes wider to compensate, to pull in extra visual cues. But he was going the … Read more

Blue coffee

You gotta let it fly spread it around your community like spilling blue coffee on your neighbors, the family a cup of the “things I’m bummed about” grind. After all, if everyone has a blue coffee stain on their shirt who’s going to get all in your face about that blue coffee stain on your … Read more

First, the flash

on the plane ride home that I might be the one who dies young — that flimsy-bodied office worker whose organs gave out. Then the smiling round retired banker capturing me at the local tea shop telling me only the rich are happy that I don’t really know Orange County that I’m due for a … Read more

Whiskey plush

He achieves a softer plush with his face letting the gray grassy mass accumulate. Short enough he will not chew a whiskey growth a little moss. Something to rub at during meetings. that won’t come come off on the fingers.

Dance party tonight

Would you like to dance? A gazillion years later would you still like to dance? Put on high boots and a dangerous skirt? Are you addicted to garbage this weekend? Age inappropriate? Will you shake that thing? And are you all the rage again?