Dots

Og flipped through memory after memory of Margie’s life, the good times were, indeed, good ones....more

The Babies

As “other” Og flipped through each scenario, each remnant of Margie’s life, he would stop at one here and there, asking for a bit of insight, some kind of further explanation. Then with an “ahh right, right” or an “I see” he would continue, either with random intent, or chaotic order.The next scene was Margie’s beloved cabin.“I was ten. I’d been selected to take care of the pair of gerbils that we kept in our class for the summer.”...more

Dear American Male

Dear American Male,We have a little problemAnd it’s getting biggerMark this dayHelp me solve itThere are twisted objectsAwash upon our shoresRiding in on uprightCollars and cuffsWhispering quietly to the ownersYou are invincible!Be a man!When they already areThey just don’t believeThey teach baby geeksLessons on womenTell our LesbiansThey have a cureAugment realitiesBurn BridgesCause our tribes to warAnd while my brothers...more

The Script

            Og finished dictating his calendar for next week and pressed the "send" button on the handheld device to his Assistant. Once completed, he pulled open his left-hand desk drawer and removed the glass cleaner and roll of paper towels, proceeding to wipe down his desktop and carefully place the cleaner and towels back in the drawer. It was a ritual he had learned early on in his career, and certainly a prompt for his mind, that he was ready to switch gears....more

2000 Years

Two thousand yearsOf friendly fireKeeps putting me to sleepMy game is goneThe fire’s outYet he still wants to lead Take my handHold my heartBelieve I’m badRight from the start Are you ready?Are you ready?He’s not ready for me. Look at us.Look at me.We learned to behaveBy watching TVNot right or wrongJust Adam EveTil they told usIt wasn’t free And he believedHe believed everyone...more

Brower

From time to time I'd wake To a mirror at my lipsA gloved hand worn with grip Ears wrung with soulful bliss     Then fall back asleep Sated with my dreamsLaced with sentiment and schemes Drugged with words I could not read. But Give me voice give me volumeChange my slumber to woken sorrowI'll Shatter the mirrors and strangle callsI'm newly born but I felt it all (I'm newly born but I felt it all) She wore black as I laid in white Dusty mirrors killing time...more

V-Piphany

                To Margie, it didn't seem that life with Vee was really any different than life with Pete. It was another facade, a dream you manufacture to trick yourself into being happy. Because after all, isn't that what life is about - obtaining happiness?  Margie shook her head while in thought. Maybe not....more

Grave Mistake

            Majorette tossed and turned throughout that night, waking several times in an attempt to drown out the transmissions. They had become more frequent now, and disruptive - to the point where her skull seemed to be throbbing constantly. No amount of external sensory stimulation was helping - not music, or running water, or the fan… her usual self-soothing techniques seemed to have little or no effect on the constant chatter in her head....more

Hearing

“You can feel it in your fingers when it happens.  The tips begin tingling, almost imperceptibly, before the sensation hits the palms…  almost begins as an itch.  Your reflex is to scratch, but you mustn’t.  Just sit still, palms up, eyes forward – concentrate on your breathing if you can.” Terlihy stared at Majorette a little longer than necessary.  Probably to be sure she understood.  It was her first time, after all.  It was his job.  Majorette nodded and closed her eyes for the first breath.  When she opened them again, he had moved behind he...more

Twelve

September 6, 2012I felt 12 years old today.  Sitting in the back seat of my parents car, after they picked me up from Bio-Tron. I am 45.Traffic is especially heavy this hour, semi-trucks barrel past, their brakes and muffler engage, discharge, engage…keeping pace with our car.  I barely notice the sirens or the cars whizzing past to cut in front of us.  I do, however, notice the unmarked SUVs traveling along side and in front of us. Weird. My “mom ears” are on – a colloquialism my daughter offered when I was busy online or on my phone....more