I hope to get back there before it is too late. One they've spoken, I'm shit out of luck. I hope this is enough because I am coming up blank on how to continue this.

I went home & as a control case, I handed myself a homemade Certificate To Make Life & Death Decisions to see what that would feel like. I noted my feelings down to the last iota.

"Hey partner, my melons are up here," she said, knocking him out of his reverie. "Yes," he stammered, "I'll take them both." He jostled around with his wallet in a hurry to pay her

Often, I will have worked out a fold only to have forgotten it by the time I go to post it. Whole civilizations have been lost in that fog of disremembering. Not that I'm an active

I walked into the movie again. The move from my room in a rainy Seattle to a muggy Key West was large one. I was wearing a sarong. It, like everything else, was in black & white. I

It not only became clear, but compulsory, as well…she had to withdraw within; take the small pill; dive into the unfathomable, the Deep State, the place where criminals minds go to

lie to congress in their sleep. A sleeping congress collects no PAC-money except from the Sleep Industry. Sawing logs or counting sheep, electric butterflies still move the rain.

I will blame it on Rio.

as a courtesy for our incarnated brethren. Some of us found it untoward but we kept that to ourselves. Consensus was paramount on the big picture items. Not the courtesy but his ma

The treating and seeing aren't necessarily congruent, nor are they sufficient. A frame reflecting love's design is like magic death waves falling on my big noggin. I didn't rest on

or are we Horned Melons? I’m glad I’m able to grasp and enjoy Autumn Sweets and Honey Globes, for what they are, while, simultaneously, respecting her, and treating her as an equal

Amanda had been sure that should have made for a very thin Marta, prophetic onions being rare and all. A plump Marta in her fine suit proved her wrong. "The onionskinning tells you

were hardly the sustenance befitting my role in this story but that is what I got. To be fair, I did love the time it took to make the nipple slippery. The frozen panties were a tr

I was going to repeat what I just feld, but some Australian author with a Norwegian name came to mind to remind me of the veldt. I know something is crossed in there but it isn't

If I sold you on something, would you want it over, on, or under the barrel? Or maybe a table? A wagon? You've died of dysentery. Mind you push those daisies up straight & narrow.

I could do the same with forgetfulness. But alas, that century had sailed and into bad waters, from what I understand. My my choice led elsewhere and elsetime. A fiction, I'm sure,

go hold behind the Sloop John B’s poop deck, along with his glass eye, false teeth, and pacemaker. Then I slid his body into pink tights and drove him to the circus sideshow.

my facial hair, sensibly weaved, plucked, and tweezed into any image he could concoct —fill in the blanks…but he was upset: he loves me for who I am, menopausal mustache and all.

They built a community center where the old church yard used to be. They didn't bother moving the old cemetery. They just dozed it over and made it into a parking lot. There wasn't

I also believe in love after love after love after love. It goes without saying, I get tested a lot. Not that I believe in their testing methodology but I'll play along, for now.