Free Fall
…cage. A great force grabbed him, punching at his crouch and chest, and compressing his guts into his bladder. His lungs emptied at once. It was over. He opened his…
…cage. A great force grabbed him, punching at his crouch and chest, and compressing his guts into his bladder. His lungs emptied at once. It was over. He opened his…
…comes in must come out. Within a couple of weeks, our kitten had learned to walk and soon began running around the small apartment. He would try to run across…
…even the woman reading next to him did not pay attention to him. She kept to her book, turning page after page, enjoying herself. The only time she noticed him…
….ืึดื ึผึตื ืึดืื ืฉืืึผื ื ึฐืงืึผืึผึทืช ืึทืคึผึฐืชึดืืึธื A New Page Let’s open a new page, She said, A white and clean paper sheet in a blank pad. Set aside all that happened,…
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…impossible not to compare immediately, This journey, Convenient, To other trips, On exactly the same track, A few decades ago, In suffocated cargo cars. Church steeples overlooking high, Above the…
The first message arrived by the way most personal messages travel these days, via email. It announced the passing of my friend Sylvia’s sister. I called Sylvia immediately. The phone…
…push, kiss, slap, Try, let, run, lie, The more I try, the more I gain, The more I do, the more I learn, Love, hate, live, dead, Are all four…
…a bright day cloud, Short lines, longs strokes, Comma, comma, full stop. Backhand pushes against the paper, Fingertips darken slowly. Page follows page, Turned by fresh thoughts breeze, Ideas keep…
…stories are heavy, the questions heavier, They hang in the air around us, Like an abstruse art installation at a gallery, That is never open to the public. A past…