A Life Novel
Reading a few lines almost at random turning pages by handfuls in a paperback left on a counter in…
A Few Chorus Lines
She’d set up her mental easel high on the beach where compliant sand would give an inch or so in welcome she’d wait for the…
Waiting for an Index
We’re wondering if it will yet appear or merely stiff us empty like Godot a life’s concise index foot-loose searchable by whim or purpose indiscrete…
Mirror Face
Bars across the mirror partially obscured his face he looks older, weary, wary battered but not defeated expecting another blow gives no hint…
Sunday Liberty
The week would gather Sunday to free itself. Each day had a gathering task one would bring a poem another choose a location…
Axis Excess
Let me graph it for you, she said and went to find some paper covered with…
No Story
Sipping coffee in an unfamiliar shop in shades faking celebrity or notoriety he noticed a slim…
Space Travel
From a plane window high over the brown Midwest at flight speed we seem to be drifting, the land slowly creeping under our wings…
Fisher Fish
No more than halfway down the page we quit reading maybe skim a few lines more but likely less giving up on finding that…
Numericals
How many of us does it take to change a light bulb? How many of us are there? Shaking a high branch of an…
