FAST CAR

Her brother called me last night. He has this voice, like a radio jazzman. Low and round. Makes you feel like you’re swallowing it right through the phone.

“Valerie?” He said. “It’s Allen,” he told me. I already knew because, unlike me, my phone never forgets a name. “News isn’t good,” he said.

The Bones of Things-Prologue

PROLOGUE Guangzhou, China Three Years Ago Li Jing stands holding a sheet of soggy cardboard over her head and looking down into the deep muddy ditch that separates the factory owned dormitory where she lives from the narrow road.  Overnight terrible rains have flooded the streets and water has overflowed the gutters and entered theContinue reading “The Bones of Things-Prologue”

Autumn: A Short Story

There’s something wrong with my hands. Lately, I’ve taken to squeezing them into fists at the most peculiar times. When I’m checking out at the grocery store. Face timing my daughter who is away at college. Making love to my husband. My thumbs ache and I’ve noticed the knuckles on my right swell to theContinue reading “Autumn: A Short Story”

For D. on the Occasion of her Graduation

For D. on the Occasion of her Graduation 06/17/2017 The day was ours The sun it shone We were young I borrowed you Your baby arms Your silk white hair Your pale eyes I borrowed you Your skin like cake Your heart of pink Your tiny jeans I borrowed you Your chubby feet I sawContinue reading “For D. on the Occasion of her Graduation”

Hat

 You were wearing this hat that made you look like a kid. Your car keys hung round your neck on a child’s lanyard. It was dark and you stood with one black boot pointed at the door, telling me that you were going and don’t worry and you’d be back, later. It’s raining I said. NoContinue reading “Hat”

green glasses on a tuesday

your vinyl skin your plastic eyes you doll you the pads of my fingers fold softly beneath the puff of your high quality vinyl cheek my beer soaked rough lined lips fold around the curve of your bow mouth and your forgiveness keeps me while your Barbie love surrounds me and i am yours

Scissors

A laugh with the boys Ribs getting a poke A run round the place She can’t take a joke He always said He don’t like short hair Why the hell would she cut it She’s puttin on airs His words she keep saying do nothin’ but cut like a serrated scissors just tear up herContinue reading “Scissors”

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