Kathy Seber. That was her name. It was actually both Kathy Seber and Mary Johnston. They were a package deal. Fine with me. What did I know? I was five. I like you. Do you like me?

A few months later I decided to go back and look at Kathy and Mary's pictures in my kindergarten school pictures. Then I noticed the picture of the girl beside me, not Carol Viera.

The schoolbook legend said the girl in the picture beside mine in kindergarten was named Tracy Tsuips. I didn't remember her. I would've been holding her hand and/or Carol's during

I keep thinking about Tracy. I can't remember her no matter how much elbow or pelvis I use. The yearbook said we were in kindergarten together. My memory of her didn't survive the

The problem with having people running around thinking that they are integral to manifesting the eschaton is that they might deem anything done "In faith" will be rewarded. Blood

A few days back I pointed out how Mia Farrow ran like a thread through so many stories. Roman Polanski directed her in Rosemary's Baby. The Manson Family murdered his wife & unborn

Kevin Blake felt bad watching this talented woman. Because as well as she could belt those songs out all he could see was how much she looked like Katie Owen, the internet camgirl.

By jettisoning the fuel tower, Ilu was now officially OFF THE RESERVATION. His was an unsanctioned operation. He ran the risk of being burned by his own. Ilu was Jonesing for a

The quiet seemed to be trumpeting the weight of the mountain above the roughly hewn tunnel. We felt like we were on top of each other; one tiny mite in an empty Olympic sized pool.

They came to him for the words they didn't have or couldn't get. "Some words are off limits," he told them. "What words are those," he was asked. "I won't know until I find them."

He had in mind the true names of things. He never shared this information. Not over any compunction. He just didn't want entanglements.

I walked into the room like a hurricane won't. Against his religion he'll claim. But I know his deity won't mind my pressing the flesh in his backhole. Bones cracking all around &

Swaying in time to the beat the woman neared our table. I was only 10 but sporting a raging boner for her. A fact my swim shorts were doing nothing to hide. Henrietta Hippo on Ice!

The problem is that you keep falling into everything being about you and then I start using first voice and it is all about me again. The same for when I start off in third. Or so

Thought. My job is to have that Thought conveyed to the end of the story. I've given this Thought a lot of thought. More than Thought deserves, perhaps. This Thought must make it

I was so close. I was so closed. I was so not wanted on today's menu, for a change. I was so rained upon that I had to wring myself off into a cup for the bank. The nurse loaned me

Ruled out at turd, I had to hang my melon, sad. I put the best face I could on it, for the crowd, for the show. But I couldn't hide the backstage antics behind my eyes from myself.

Of my 1974 Ford Pinto, I never heard a word more. I guess, officially, the case remains open. That is one cold case I don't think they will ever spend another thought on. I wonder,

Sometimes, late at night. Only sometimes. Truth be told, quite often, actually. Like, all of the time. I'm doing it right now. I can't stop myself because of a physical impediment.

I was talking about gravity. What did you think I meant? I don't what authority enacted gravity but it is a stone cold fact. For now. I know they call it a law. Who "finds" a law?