Don’t go yet, I said, because the car keys are lost. Where are you supposed to go without them? And I’m not done yet and I prefer you don’t you walk out on nights. What are you going to do, walk home? What then? Then they’ll know our story isn’t a story at all and [...]
Archive for March, 2010
That one Tuesday night we talked about.
Posted in poetry, tagged high school, relationships on March 22, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Snappy
Posted in Uncategorized on March 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Another on the side.
Posted in short shorts, tagged breathing, errands, pillows on March 11, 2010 | 4 Comments »
They must fry bacon and eggs every morning. Layers of black grease built up around the burners. Under the sink, pots with food dried in them, post-depression era thinking leaving piles of pans passed their due — can’t throw anything away, but always important to buy new, and more. A sale means stock up, who [...]
Triple Shot. (Mr. Glenfrankus edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged glenfrankus, triple shot on March 10, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Mr. Glenfrankus’ favorite color is eggplant. ——- Mr. Glenfrankus has a pet fish named lizard. He is allergic to reptiles. ——- Mr. Glenfrankus has the talent of having no difficulty reading while walking, even up and down stairs.
Picnic Time with Mr. Glenfrankus.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged glenfrankus on March 9, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Mr. Glenfrankus peeled a mango with his hands. The juice got all over and was sticky under his finger nails. It was early, and that’s just how the mango needed to be peeled and Mr. Glenfrankus wasn’t to be told otherwise. He was sleepy and the kitchen was silent, just the humming breath of the [...]
A poem for Mr. Glenfrankus.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 8, 2010 | 1 Comment »
‘Twas hours and hours after dawn. The last guests were finally gone. Oh là, ça va, hélas, it’s time for bed. Oh my, leave me, my limbs feel like lead. With that, it fell silent, quiet and true. No time for trifles, worries, hitherto. Never was there an hour simply so full. But leave me [...]
