Category Archives: More Art Than Experience
145 – many airplane rides ago
201003231815 A friend told me once about some drug that’s meant to mimic the neurological processes of dying. You feel like you’re dying. You see a bright light and reach out to it and all of that. I wondered if … Continue reading
121 – Long Spoon II
a speedily-written adaptation of the parable of the long spoon You want to know what heaven is like. You’re too tired of earthquakes and rape and being meek and tracing lines between stars you cannot and will not ever reach. … Continue reading
088 – Ashes
son came back to mother in ashes tongue tied lungs tight Oh to the boy she said goodbye to a man at the door without a word she expected the new s that he would as any would when he … Continue reading
073 – Protection
Of all the pools of pupils I’d swum in so deeply that night, yours is the only pair I seem to come back to, with its blue banks in a pure space, square-ready in place, and as I entered them … Continue reading
Filed under Cryptic, More Art Than Experience
054 – A lady appreciates a gentleman
Recently I looked straight into the eyes of a near-stranger and thought to myself, “I could see you being a father.” After that experience, I randomly ended up next to him at a large dinner, but we exchanged more condiments … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, More Art Than Experience, Relationships, Short
