Category: Writing

  • “Vesuvio’s Kitchen”

    My consistently numb slumber was rudely pierced by the soft, beeping cry for help. I lurched off of the couch. Flour bags torn to shreds. They littered the normally immaculate kitchen island. Utensils drawers and cabinets left both open and empty. White clouds of flour filled my mouth, my eyes upturned bowls and pots, to…

  • “PreCheck”

    The cough behind me squeezed me forward. We shuffled down. Distinctly I tried not to glance at my phone. I was on time – early even – the sun not even glancing off the storm windows up above. Fluorescent light cast a pall over the proceedings. “Shoes”, droned one agent. I re-checked my identification, a…

  • “Self-Portrait as an Oily Keyboard on my 2023 Macbook Pro”

    I hum under the velvet sheen of oil Splayed across my 78 matte black members Some keys sit distant, isolated for years, dormant but bright asdfjkl;  purring as a tiger cub, Crouched to leap in to the Jungian Clacking like a curious baby duck through the leaves off the banks of the Susquehanna Ignoring the…

  • “What Goes Around”

    The doves clock in at Piazza San Morco for their morning shift Cats slit their eyes – eager to fatten She makes a promise, a pledge Winking at you on a moody piece of glass At noon the emperor emerges to sunbathe – nude The taste of burnt paella mingles with crisp, sizzling cold water…

  • “Fug-ged-a-bou-dit”

    Whoever made us laugh or cry Launch those bastards in to the sky Scrub away every memory That leaf that drifted from the tree… That settled on your pretty head Throw them with the rest under the bed Take away our moments together Lock them in the basement forever With tall walls to forestall Block…