in skin

November 16, 2019  :: 0 comments

The sun on the bare rock-tip is raspberry, above the mingled white of snow, green of wood. ‘Ïmi amintesc de terci,’ crystalizes in Chocolate’s mind. Ioana was from beyond that mount. Maybe she returned. He still lumbers. To his shy heart the bears had been strength. The wood had been a playground. At fourteen he had only known the closing …

the Tira cycle: (goat song for the) land of love, carrots, and cabbage

March 23, 2019  :: 0 comments

Once there was a young woman named Tira. She had moved all over the island of Java. She was founding her salty fish perfume kingdom to support her dream of becoming a lecturer. But two mighty winds always assaulted the hot air balloon she traveled in. The first wind was peer pressure. It would swing her into karaoke bars. It …

[Untitled: nouns and unnouns]

August 24, 2012  :: 0 comments

I watched a bird jump from the side of a building, rising for a moment with a gentle arc, like some fucked-up angel dust fiend; then beginning to move up and forward less and less, then downward more and more, beginning to flap its wings that angel dust fiends do not have, and flying away. And I wonder What did …

Entropy

March 12, 2012  :: 0 comments

“Out there it’s bloody, fucking chaos, mate” He spun on his left leg. The apron settled in front of him, he began shaking the spatula at the younger and then turned back toward the stove. “In here, you think about it, and the whole fucking thing seems simple enough, yeah?” He pressed down into the skillet and something seemed to …