Sunlit lies
My father’s voice replays in my mind; another story from a different time. When he was younger he’d been caught doing something …
The Red Door
When I saw my father tied to a hospital bed like a science experiment, I felt a shift in my priorities, and …
Tin Spectacular
Watching the orange sun fall beneath the rust belt tonight; Nature and tin spectacular. The beauty of the disk that hurts my …
The Nineties
I saw the nineties dawn, yawn and flare, then scream, shoot and groan about and grow their sodden hair. Then kick and …
A trip down absurdity lane
Function omits the desire for emotional investment, which is Ultimately resultant of this paradoxical (does my head in) distillation of language… a …
Cavalcade
I want to be a carnie, Or a carnie’s junk collector. Filling my room with mannequins, eyes wide like corpses with gangly …
traversing the stars
Sins of the Father On Sunday mornings my father would tear back the blankets and yank me out of bed. He would …
Illumination (part 2)
Prologue: Life is not fiction. There are no heroes and no villains, there is no narrative, there is no author, its …
Graceland
ELVIS PRESLEY is lying on his back in bed, with a baby Lisa-Marie curled up asleep on his chest. He is wearing …
Plankton
My high school was a bacterial breeding ground for social stereotypes. The food chain began with the ever-predictable sharks of the sea. …