Monday, March 26, 2012

If reincarnation is a thing, and I'm not sure I believe it is, but if it is a thing, I am going to come back as a dog.

The woman at the pound recognized me. "Hey!" She said, "You're the guy with the Awesome! Breed of dog."

I smiled like a used gallows and agreed. I pointed. I told her I had two more.
The longest minute of my life, 8.44 to 8.45 A.M. Monday, April 2nd.

Friday, March 23, 2012

This. This is far outside my comfort zone.

Killing something. A part of me, maybe.

A new light, though? No one saw that coming, not on this dark blade, this moonless night.

March is not the month for summer to start. The spider webs are thick about towns, thicker in the farmlands; it's like they hatch in waves just so far apart that the poisons don't get them all, and my neighbor's children developed a cough.

The sunrise is always red, now, and the sky stays that way until about noon.

The government(s) explanation is ozone. We think it's the pesticides. I think: No one really knows.

* * *

On a day like tomorrow, when the sun-cooked sweet tea tastes like burned paper and even the ice cream is luke warm, stranger things than cobwebbed cities or bloody sky afternoons begin.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Two witches, a demon, and a dragon live with me.

The witches are named Kristina, and Nora. I don't know the demon's name. The dragon's name is a ball of fire; it almost burned the house down trying to explain this to me.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

He was driving home from work when the talk show announcer said, "Being strong is a myth. What strong people really are is, they're willing to be vulnerable, and more able to deal with the consequences of their vulnerability in productive ways."

He sighed and glanced furtively at the handgun on the passenger seat.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Autumn had arrived. The chill in the air, their breath catching, holding still for a moment under streetlights.

"I missed this," he said, softly.

"You know? Me too." She wrapped their arms, held his hand between hers. "I missed it being just us. Classes --" she made a pffffffff sound, lips vibrating. They both chuckled in the cold.

He grinned, said: "But, I meant the weather. Long coats."

She punched him in the ribs, head butted his shoulder."Whatever."

"Whatever? Whatever." Came his practiced retort --he ruffled her hair.

They kissed at a crosswalk for three rotations and one helpfully honking car horn.


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

"I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove. . ."
--Gibby Haynes

There were three of us, looking at sale houses. The sky was a summer overcast: Sunny to the east of us, black to the west.

It was a strange neighborhood. There were houses with trees and bushes suffused with or breaking through the flats of rooftops. The most structurally sound looking house had had all its windows busted out, and the front door opened inward, haunted house style, as we walked towards. At first, old newspapers were tossed at us, willy nilly, fluttering in the wet wind as if a huge stack had been set in the foyer and the temperature difference inside-outside was so huge; but then a piano charged out the door, narrowly missing us, and careened down the driveway to tip and explode bloodily on the curb.

Monday, March 5, 2012

They were laying in bed, staring out a window at stars when she asked, "Do you want to move to California?"

"Why not Mexico?" her girlfriend replied.

"Why not Chile? I know some people."

"Chile it is." And they smiled in the dark.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The blue light of a spring storm and its patter on the skylight four stories over my head lulled me to sleep traversed Hugo's Toilers of the Sea.

I woke to a janitor banging a troublesome garbage can --rubbed my eyes like a baby fighting sleep.

Wan light.

I lit a cigarette; enjoyed its familiar sting as rain drops didn't wet me.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

I love yesterday. It is such a sweet secret.

A skip day. Like being on a glitch realm when servers go down for maintenance, but your instance keeps running anyway.

No one watched yesterday. People born will only be 25 in 100 years. Glory, glory be.

Me? I drank a hip flask worth of vodka before eating indian food with a woman I've never met before. I don't think we'll ever see each other agin: the conversation didn't flow like we'd hoped it would, or thought it would, chatting online.

A secret day, a secret dinner. Dreams I won't remember when I'm asleep.