Portrait ~ Sean Lyon Flour floats to rest on the pizza shop owner’s black orthopedic boots as he catches spinning dough with all the gravitas of receiving his dead mother’s fine wedding china falling from the sky in busted parachutes, plate after plate after plate.
While She’s Tending Bar ~ James A. Clark Bono comes through the speakers singing about mysterious ways as she mixes her many potions with careless liquid grace, and I think she’s perfect— until I catch her from the corner of my eye, sweet-talking some suit, putting on a phony Southern Belle, bird-dogging the tip jar, […]
Past Tense ~ Laura Winkelspecht I still find myself talking about you in present tense like you’re still here to add tales to our story, but our verbs occupy the past now, a dying language where I am the last fluent speaker longing for just one more conversation.
My worries are pink gerbera daisies ~ Marga Fripp My heart, your worries are pink gerbera daisies — large blooms, bold and long-lasting, flawless in form, seed-bearing bright eyes in the center, nightless silhouettes holding on to the darkness within.
I was going through some old files today, and found my notes from a workshop I presented on the Devil in Tarot. At the time, there was a string of highly public insider trading cases which caught several people in its web, starting with Michael Milken, Dennis Levine, Martin Siegel, and Ivan Boesky. Sadly, this […]
