The clock above the stables tolls one.

We reverently chop up Brother Francisco.

“Be nice, or next thing you know Raney will be in the closet talking to her imaginary friend.”

no escape from the ghosts inside me

In Lesterville, we know the phrase Recycle, Reuse, and Reduce, but we ignore it.

He swathed his roses in burlap shrouds

You received an invitation.

Three weeks after the well ran dry, I fed a man to the hogs.

The alcoholic has bad dreams, his hands shake at night
and sleep is haze and steel blue smoke,

There may be a stakeout tonight for my bike. It has been seen twice now. Who’s in? Last seen by ME on 7th and Hardy last night

While we are here
You should take off your shoes
And make yourself comfortable

The pancake syrup bottle
apologized
for its emptiness.

A fluttering noise interrupted Vishal’s deep slumber. His half-closed, sleepy eyes followed the sound from where it originated and was astonished to find a winged visitor comfortably perched on the window sill.

i.

family, n. any group of persons closely related by blood.

Fritz Lang is dying in Los Angeles.

An acquired taste.
For the cannibals we say we aren't

Drag, in the classical sense, is not something I’ve ever done.

My daughter won’t crawl.

Alanah started life on the cold blue-black slate of the kitchen floor. She lay in the wet slithering mess of childbirth, content.

I pick blue hydrangeas
from my yard. Don’t know
what to do with them.