Monthly Archives: September 2014

My soul lay squirming, too chagrinned to look my way or speak. Your light’s too harsh, my soul declaimed, for playing hide and seek. This comes as a surprise to me, these parts of you, I said. You all can … Continue reading →

Stalin comes in my office with a hangnail. Right off the bat there’s confusion over his medical chart on account of his new name. We get that straightened out, but his damn flowergirls out in the waiting room won’t stop … Continue reading →

Tired of turning blue as slate my soul came up for air. The wreckage of the Pequod lay tangled in my hair. I combed out Captain Ahab and that gold coin from the mast. I can’t find Stubb or Starbuck. … Continue reading →