Sex and death prompt
I sit distracted in my study,
stimulated by the cocaine,
psychiatric books lining my shelf,
thinking about plumpish bottoms,
and arousing erogenous zones
My mind drifts along Gürtel road,
the red-light district
where phalluses all throb
and libidos lust after the jewels
underneath the petticoats
I imagine the pleasure I’d…
A photo essay
I enjoy taking a picture within a picture, that is, in my side view or wing mirror in which images are closer than they appear. I’ve always been fascinated by the photos I see in the rear of cars and bicycles. …
FANTASY HUMOR
In the Costco parking lot
Once we pulled into the parking lot, I realized I had forgotten to wear my orthopedic shoes. When you’re my age, you don’t want to walk around on hard cement very long, or your heels will ache.
“Esther,” I said. “You do the Costco shopping, and I’ll stay in the…
Fiction
Gil was a kid I knew in high school. My friends and I used to call him Creepy Boy because he had a big block head, sharp, crooked teeth, and grizzly hair on his cheeks. …
A poem for Indigenous Peoples’ Day
Haiku
It sweeps away my worries
Where thinking is black and white
A perfect hideaway
My mind is a makeshift raft,
that drifts leisurely out to sea,
far from reality, friends and family,
and all the responsibilities
I hear the sounds of a bubbling waterfall
The folk songs of Antigua
The reggae, the salsa, and the calypso
of my Trinidad and Tobago
I am somewhere…
