Sam, his teeth scratchy yellow, leaning dangerously away from the table, on a chair stood on two legs, passes the smoke jar and says, “diamonds, dear Sidney, may well be a girl’s best...” He holds up one hand, clenched. Then the other. He gathers eyes. He opens the first fist and blows into his palm. … Continue reading Greyhound Suggestion.
in the narrow back yard of sixty-four can be found a kind of life - some of it is wild. a picture frame to step through: a meridian. reality is such a simple trick, it imbues this view with what? i wash the cutlery. watch rain-streaked glass. frame within frame over concrete yard. every word from all … Continue reading Flamingoes & Trampoline.