Somewhere in La Fortuna, a block or two west from the city square, just left of the mural of a cheetah, there is a restaurant, a restaurant wall where the owner collects drawings from his customers, customers from all over the world, the drawings depict it all from Ontario to Israel. And somewhere among that […]
I guess I can’t credit the Milankovitch cycles for this phenomenon.
Closure warranted, capturing stray thoughts and pasting them here.
On the stovetop, a half eaten blueberry pie from one of our nightly Meijer runs. Leftover fries and half a burger (probably spoiled now) in the fridge (you know, the ones from the Irish pub where you didn’t order a drop of alcohol, told me you haven’t felt anything since you stopped drinking, and I […]
Maybe if I write these words slowly, it will make them hurt less. I can’t remember what I wrote yesterday, but it had that dizzying effect that swings sometimes have: nauseating, like maybe I should have kept my feet planted on the ground. But I have always loved the idea of flying, and being on […]
There was a warning on the radio this morning. Stay away. Stay alive. The announcer said it twice. And maybe she meant fallen electrical wires, but my thoughts wandered to you. Keep your distance, at least twenty-five feet, she said. Contact with live wires causes death. Stay away. Stay alive. But I drove to your […]
Temer, I meant to tell you dead bodies aren’t that bad
The other day, I wondered what it would be like to set the uniform aside and embrace college life. Let someone else play with the lights and sirens. And save the seizing little boy, and lift the elderly off the floor, and assist the diabetics who need molecular help. What would it be like to […]
I love your balding head, and how when you sneeze, your pants soak with incontinence. Sometimes you don’t remember my name. On those days, a dark cloud of denial consoles my pain. The fourth time you served me wheat instead of rye, I devised a blueprint for a metallic mind. It would operate like clockwork, […]
I sold two eyes to forget yours, hoping for a fair price. But losing and remembering are not the same thing, I know. My last day, I lay on Earth, stared up at the periwinkle sky. I thought about the boy who loved bleeding hearts. He witnessed them grow through the weight of time, took tedious notes as he […]