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”
Category Archives: prose
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.
Bird Man
The Bird Man is on the move. He’s wearing a sweat jacket and a ball cap because it’s cold. It’s 38 degrees this morning, and typically, such as during summer, the Bird Man will wear only an old white T-shirt that you and I might demote to rag status, as well as jeans that noContinue reading “Bird Man”
White lies
Sugar-coated almonds at a wedding. You bury the bride in her white dress. While they are nice to look at, you cannot bite on pearls. For instance, I do not need to see an ivory piano on which Mozart played. Or if the piano were situated in a jewelry box, raised up as if onContinue reading “White lies”
Numbness and flying
I’ve always thought it would be nice to be placed under anesthesia before a plane ride. That way, you don’t have to fret over the prospect of crashing or face the slow-moving hours of flight. Before you know it, you’re in Thailand. Flying is like having surgery, anyway. After liftoff, the matter is out ofContinue reading “Numbness and flying”
