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[This was one of two pieces written for Helix Collective‘s Cocktail Stories, which featured monologues and original music inspired by, relating to, or revolving around cocktails. The other one I wrote, “Sazerac,” was a big hit (so I’m told), but this one (inspired by both the cocktail and the Hemingway book of the same name)Continue reading “MONOLOGUE: Death in the Afternoon”

She’s bedeviled by legaciesBut she knows how to use them,Grasping at starsIn the heaven of dead Presidents… She says there are precedents… Ascending in dissentFrom my low-lying vision,She makes vaults in thin air,Unfixing the firmament, Looking down on comeuppance… What’s the gravity of scienceAgainst one penny’s wisdom?All my “Wait’s” and “You’ll see’s”More odious than absence…Continue reading “POETRY: Icaria”

[NOTE: As the titles suggest, this was intended to be Part I of a three part story. Parts II and III currently exist in a variety of unfinished, malformed and ill-conceived drafts and, in all honesty, will probably never see completion. I have often wondered whether this first section could stand on its own. WhetherContinue reading “From THEORIA: A Triptych”

MEDEA Medea me dijo a mediodía,‘Eres medio malo y más.’Vi a su marido morir en el marAgarrando su masa de medallas. ‘Mis manos no están mojadas (le dije),No soy el monstruo que le mató.¿Pero merece mi misericordiaCuando no renuncia a su oro?’ ‘Tu justicia no mitiga mi miseria.Tu melodía se mofa de mis lamentos.Te hasContinue reading “POETRY: Uncollected (2016-2020)”

I. Immortal Love never dies                                                (she says)And does not lie. Lovers die.At the hands of love. Love Whose thick-fingered embraceWraps the stem of throat                                                (Stained and scarred by kisses                                                 Unforgettable)Choking breath and bloodFrom her tear-streaked, ashen face. Love Whose strength of presenceSwells his bludgeon heart                                                (Bruised and beaten in her absence                                                 Unbearable)To growContinue reading “POETRY: Amor I & II”

(I) Dedication Your heart, I miss…My art, amiss…Oh, Artemis,Pardon this. (II) Crescent A photograph:The heart-shaped flesh of your face has hollowed.The full-figured warmth of your smile has narrowed.The mischief of girlish dimples grown shallow.Realization rendered in shadow. Is it yours? This artless portraitOf stagnancy in time?This ill-starred isolationOf what has come to pass                                                                 (OnlyContinue reading “POETRY: Anonym”

II Perched with blessed wings on stoneIn wasted vigil.The humbling of grievous rain. An angel’s mourning. Prayer’s diseased discharge drips dryFrom sacred eyes:Supplication’s anguished sleepStained with hallowed names. Gathered gouged and glamorousIn slipshod worship.The trembling of idol hands. A devil’s playground. Last rites laughed loose-lipped and leftIn tomb’s neglect.Commemoration’s unclean woundInfected with despair. Slumped, withContinue reading “POETRY: Cemetery II, IV, V, and VI”

I. Spring Sonnet In this spring of April’s cruelest daysAnd lilacs in the dooryard bloom’d once more,This life that lay reposed in winter clayIn weary resurrection is restored.Reborn again to rise in falling rain,These roots are not renewed; they run too deep.For though my face is drenched, my heart is drained.My tears will salt theContinue reading “POETRY: Spring I-III”

I live in a box. It’s a small box. At times, it’s not an especially comfortable box. And there was a time in my life when all I could think about was getting out. But I’ve been here for such a long time, now… Maybe it’s a little confining. Maybe I can’t stretch out inContinue reading “SHORT STORIES: Inside the Box”

There is nothing I can do. There was a time when, perhaps, I could have gotten involved. Changed things. But no longer… Still… I watch them now and wonder if I made a terrible mistake. They talk about bringing life into the world as though it were never less than beautiful. And it is beautiful.Continue reading “FLASH FICTION: The Lord’s Prayer”