A freight train blows its hard horn (bright horn?) this morning. I live in the suburbs and I can hear it — me and my cat. There are tracks running through this town, and from time to time, rail crossings you might encounter unexpectedly, where you have to sit at the red light and waitContinue reading “Zoning anomaly”
Category Archives: prose
Beyond the ordinary
(Setting: near a large horizontal window at a gala) Both stood and watched the window like a screen. Birds flew by to Chopin’s salon-friendly Nocturnes. The woman, holding champagne, smiled and beamed. Her burgeoning beau was charmed and stood close. They were having a Hollywood moment! The birds, like fish in a bowl, circled inContinue reading “Beyond the ordinary”
Make this restaurant great again
In the triple-digit heat, three unmasked older couples sat out on the patio under the misters, sharing a table and talking with gusto in a release of all the gossip and opinion that had been bottled up inside them for months I awaited my take-out order near the register, wearing my bandana over my mouthContinue reading “Make this restaurant great again”
Clouds
As far as I knew, I was lying on the grass, looking at the sky. Come to find out I was staring up at the roof of your mouth and its scattered white clouds. What gave it away were your lips, and how I noticed that they were lips to begin with was when IContinue reading “Clouds”
5 Vignettes
The man’s cane made a distinctive tap when he walked, and she always knew it was him without having to look up from her book. The tapping sound had a rattle to it — like there was a broken part. Despite her formidable dry spells, when death was near, she could write. Fear would makeContinue reading “5 Vignettes”
Opera
A sparkling operatic voice emanating from the 7-Eleven — strong soprano notes. A woman passing, stunned, looked around her as if someone called her name, or like something she lost long ago was suddenly within walking distance.
A Study of Orange
She had a bright yellow pen and a fat hardcover book with a lime green dust jacket. Her yoga pants were red like pomegranate, and her spa socks were slate. Her black and white cat played with a ribbon that was thick as Asian flat noodle. Her coffee was black and sat just so. ItContinue reading “A Study of Orange”
Weekend
The workweek has passed like a stone in the night. Happy reading & writing, everybody.
Describe espresso
Dark liquid, as if derived from near Earth’s core. Bitter, hard-hitting high notes, lingering long after, like an aroma carried by smoke.
