Sweet Paradise
I’ve never felt so emotionally close to an ice-cream. This remarkable feat from a loaded cone demanded my respect. Reaching out, my finger touched the melting solution that had crossed its great divide.
JAKE
Meet & Greet with Zaphod Beeblebrox
seven galaxies over —they are interstellar / radio savvy, in the very least. And yeah, / they’ve been in contact for about two years,
Travel Tip #3: Antarctica & Growth
Not just a memory, but / an invisible & teeming / with life magnetic field,
The Sea Cannot Turn to Stone
CW: Sexual Violence
Eye See You
When the mailman came pedaling by on his 3-wheel cargo bike, Wilhelmina poked her head out of the dormer window, and in her cheeriest sing-song voice issued a hellooo-oo. When he looked up, she gave the queen’s wave.
Dad's Toe
Later, while I’m telling Jamie the story of how Dad chopped his toe off, I get two texts from Dad’s phone. The first one is an overexposed close-up of a pearl white bone surrounded by what looks like gray and white chicken flesh. The second text says: “This is my toe.”
When You're In Love With a Poet
Wind bristles my bones as I shiver through our vacant city.