Catch
He asks, less subtly, what is the meaning?
It’s true money doesn’t always fall from the ceiling
but he can’t beat the feeling.
(I’m a pretty picture on the wall,
You’ve made me seem that small).
His eye on the TV, the other on the phone,
I age painfully like an overdue loan,
Or a fed up, washed out crone.
(I’m a pretty picture on the wall,
I find empty space when I fall).
If I could swim The pool Of tears That our sun Let out to dry Or hear a wind Thru her…sail Deep into The night I would measure Each wild…
Fiction
White Lies Cassie tried to concentrate on the familiar scenery outside of the smudged, back seat window of her mother’s clunky black ’74 Impala. The same graying stalks of corn…
Poetry
The Flag Bearer One morning when he woke up He felt like a triangle In a rectangular world. The black milk of the night Refused to clarify, templates Fell apart…
