she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity hoarded by her belly in secret crept to her spine and began to seep toward the nape of her neck where it would explode like mercury brilliant and ungraspable to lodge in those formerly obscure forks of her body
sometimes she could ignore those loci could think of them as swamps of low inspiration attribute the flow and itch of nerve endings as transactions arranged by the devil even though she didn’t believe in heaven, could only picture evil incarnate as a small man built like her father’s stunted twin dressed in dusty formal clothes but showing none of her father’s love or good humor spending all his nights diagramming her body rerouting all her processes to result in maximum callowness and maximum distraction
even so the wrong (or right) touch would get her laughing then her skin would pull taut leaving happiness outside a bank of old windows wavy from decades of unstoppable fluid motion or someone missspeaking a word or a friend’s malapropism would loosen her joints send her to the floor grasping her ribs and gasping red-faced and transported to a far place she never imagined and hoped was as far away from everyday as a girl could get and still be sane
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
Our age is a deciduous tree, sheds yellow desires every year makes room for new ones in the spring of opportunity. Some desires resemble oak leaves, cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms like our plans, albums, possessions. Alas,
Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an
We will all live to a ripe old age. If not here, then probably over there… If not over there, then defiantly someplace else…. The mind is everywhere at once…. Experiences vary…. When I die in one place the others