The room could do nothing but remain inside the girl. Here, objects lived resembling sculptures— maybe from another culture that grew extinct on an island floating in an ocean or time before you knew you were looking at them. You could tell, passing the windows, that something was formed inside. Or secreted. The objects returned your gaze, or seemed in… Read more →
No-frills garden apartment complex in a west-side Tampa suburb. 1980. My favorite T-shirt is a dark blue Adidas. My clarinet is a rental. The reeds scratch the roof of my mouth. I make first chair and get two Pete Fountain LPs for Christmas. Saturday mornings are spent at Major League Lanes West. I’m trying to get strong enough to trade… Read more →
One and one-half degrees ago, I sought supplementary employment to fund death-wish extracurriculars You’ll get bored said the manager over the phone Overqualified Despite white-hot yearning for endangering my life, I like a brown goldfish in a plastic bowl too aware of its spherical condition, could not contain the exponential need to expand into myself, then outward for too long…. Read more →
