I grew up travelling from city to city. My parents were central telephone installation techs. It paid more for them to drive, so we often drove through the day and night. I used to stay up late, switching through radio stations, picking which songs Momma and I would listen to as we barreled through the empty blackness.


Dexterity Is All the Rage

You're lucky this mask I wear has no cracks, Else I'd breathe fire Else I'd be anywhere, become anything. Well, not anything, exactly I'd be the thing you hate the most Become the thing you fear Revel in your anxiety; Help you bite your nails, gnash and gnaw and tear And you're lucky I take … Continue reading Dexterity Is All the Rage

My didactic drollery.

I remember when it used to be the place to drive. I would get so excited to see the bouncing slow motion hair; the throaty laugh exposed neck. Your eyes alluded to all of these. I would've stood there forever, after that night. You had me. Then...then is when it changed. And your eyes, the … Continue reading My didactic drollery.

Stranded in the Night.

I like the rain. That is to say, I've always liked the rain, even when I was little. The smell of it right before it comes, the electricity in the air, letting it consume you....everything, all of it. Even now, 30 years later, I'll sit with on my patio and try to make out each … Continue reading Stranded in the Night.

A Momentary Lapse

Today marked the 3rd full day I had been awake consecutively, so of course when I began seeing this thing in my head it didn't shock or surprise me. The sarcasm to myself, however, I took as a personal sleight to my integrity, to my core fundamental person. A sleight, I tell you. Goddamnit I've … Continue reading A Momentary Lapse