for a moonthat spins slowlyand echoes our fugitive secrets lwh
Category Archives: Stories
My Life As Your Car Keys
My Life as Your Car Keys You felt in your pocket I wasn’t there You checked your coat I wasn’t there You asked the guy next to you I had been in the corner You asked the girl in the corner I had been in someone else’s hand
In Autumn
yellow moon becomes amber mum becomes question of bridges that go nowhere becomes smell of paper, hot out of the printer becomes something golden that was alive just yesterday but today smells newly, richly dead. First published in Door is a Jar
Fragment
a winter state of being where all traction is lost but the wonder is unending lwh
Knick-Knack
This old man — he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb. This old man, my old man, my man, is a long haul trucker. Here last week, gone this week. Back the week after. Knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone. I’m singing to the big old hound lying on the kitchen lino. Useless thing. …