Raindrops could not fall for Grandma. Nor for she who passed at eighteen. I, like brown ears, yearn for those drops. For just one great storm sans raison. Danced for some but failed one more time. Dry sockets scan skies for any sign. Needing to find relief for this drought.
Category Archives: Issue #3
Rain thundered down, furious thoughts poured through my head. Windows fogging, wipers slashing drops from the windshield. There goes a cop. You won’t stop going the speed of lightening, you won’t pull over. Paramedics might scrape me off the road while nature’s tears wash away the blood. At least I won’t get a ticket.
Playing with my beach toys in Neptune’s meadow digging moats and building castles crisp hot dogs with mustard as spicy as a jellyfish milkshake waiting an hour before swimming The tide sweeps in Sitting in a beach chair watching girls through dark aviator glasses reading paperbacks and laughing with my brother Coppertone, Coppertone, Coppertone The [...]
Inside voices worn down to nothing Gapless smiles and city solutions Sipping arsenic from a glass jar Chewing juice dripping stalks. Can you sing the words louder? Can you speak a little slower? Gapless smiles and city solutions. Swimming in melted tundra and swallowing protozoa. Am I an American puppet? Distinct smells and sounds and [...]
We all meet on a regular basis now. The manual says not to_ have any interaction with each other, but it seems that is a rule long gone. The manual talks about terrible things that could come from the mingling of spirits. Everyone says that it’s a thing of the past; that spirits are much [...]