The Business of Art

The artist inside her cried every time Nelson Kennedy unveiled another painting. “How exquisite,” she said. “The conjunction of brushstrokes shows a clear focus by the artist.”She didn’t choke, she didn’t stutter, or even pause at the use–misuse–of the word “artist.”It was her job; no one could fault her for that.And she had much practice… Continue reading The Business of Art

The Memory of Him

He had the most piercing green eyes. It was only a passing moment on those dirty steps to the train platform. He looked right into me and I felt like this had happened before. Like we had happened before. He was a stranger though; I knew him less then a minute. But in that time… Continue reading The Memory of Him

Drive-thru

Helen is probably 35. She wears her hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. There are times where it’s partially unraveled like a ball of yarn. The frayed brown ends pulled out. It’s more than likely she’s married; there’s calm in her hands, she never fidgets with the orders and she… Continue reading Drive-thru

The Devil

If there’s anything positive to say about Electric Jack’s, I’m certain that it has to be this: it’s always open when you’re looking to find someone, and it’s always closing when it’s time to leave. Dimly lit, filled with smoke, Electric Jack’s has been the downfall of more than one of its patrons. During the… Continue reading The Devil

Bethlehem

Joseph had hoped this night would be quiet. It seemed to him that shifts like those were becoming pleasant surprises when they happened. “Zimmerman!”The sound of his captain’s voice shook him.“You’ll be on your own for a while. I’ve got orders to head back to the barracks. Stay alert.” With that, Joseph’s captain had turned… Continue reading Bethlehem

Shell

1. the bond is a force that holds atoms together within a molecule. these bonds are electric in nature.our eyes are drawnto the sharp ridgedividing the snow coveredsouth slope from thesteep dark rock ofthe north though omittedfrom view the suncasts a yellow glowon the blue whitelight of the mountainas our thoughts driftup the fissures inice… Continue reading Shell

Elegy for Grain Dust

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At Night

You roll over and expose The vulnerable landscape:Notch rocks in the river, flowingUnder brittle islands,Down through twin curvesDusted in cold.And I’m so easy ready With toy daggers retracting on the crust. And failing, To dig you out

A Nap

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