The first time I saw her was long before we spent any time together and also that was way before we became friends. While it’s sad to initiate a presentation with visual attributes, her beauty was the first inescapable thing…
Our Spot
My contribution to The Weekly Knobs prompt: “Swing.”https://theweeklyknob.com/our-spot-36079e62f06c___ “You know I don’t swing that way,” she told me yet again. This time, I’d said nothing, but silence often speaks louder than words. So as though to avoid a conversation that…
Hitting not quite The Rock’s bottom
(Published at a later date than it was written.) Today a bird shat on me. The yellow goo smeared itself out of nowhere all over my arm as though a reassuring pat from the universe telling me it will all…
The court is in session
I didn’t realise where I was at the time, heck, I don’t think I really have any idea now either. Some things are just not made to be comprehended at any point in time. Yet there I was anyway, somewhere…
Breaking the fourth wall
When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…
Going nowhere
Our stage is a carousel. The lights shine with the power of a thousand light-bulbs subdued by their own excess. Engulfing everything else in darkness. As from an ill-tuned piano trinkety-tronk music plays.Whining as though painful laughter. The wheel spins…
Lucid dreaming
(Drawing from 2011) It was something I started when I was a kid. Long before I knew anything about lucid dreaming or the mechanics of consciousness. It was the innocent curiosity of a kid wanting to know for how long…
The Fantastic Four on a romantic (but not really) weekend away
While holding on to the stressed-out kitten Pixel, Fire is in a calm yet somewhat high-pitched tone screaming google maps directions to Earth from her phone. In lack of a cat, Water is instead holding on to her car seat…
… depuis toujours… dans tes rêves
To the tunes of my teens, I’m walking the streets of a town I know like the back of my pocket. It was here I was a child. It was here I became an adult. It is the place of…
A Penis Dog
and Our Failures to See what Others See The other day I saw a woman with a tattoo on the back of her arm. It looked unmistakable and inescapably like a penis. I’m not kidding, not even stretching the truth…