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I prep the Starcraft for Translight throttle up a few A.U.s from Henderson’s Gap where my gas emissions will be neutralized by the Ether of the Universe, yet leave Love and Desire unsquelched, as it once did a timeslip of an afternoon ago on Station Zulu in the zero-G sauna when we joked about “floating… — read more

Holding the dice in the moist palm of your right hand, you stand in a corner dark, the craps table nothing more than a pale illumination under a pale light in a pale backroom, and you close your hand around the dice and start shaking the bones in the hollow of your fist, fully well… — read more

On my walk this am, I saw a disused condom on the side of the street and thought of that old Roman road crew idiom: “Build it, and they will come.” — read more

Remember when egg salad sandwiches were served on white, crustless toasted bread with dainty white paper serviettes, and when she asked you if you wanted another serving of ambrosia salad, you said, “Oh, yes please!,” and it was just a late summer day and your skin was tan and you were lost somewhere in Northern… — read more

I do remember the candlelight and the green shag carpet, and that she stood barefoot in her teal bikini and cooked scrambled eggs and buttered toast as the evening arrived and the sound of the surf lulled us to contentment when we finally retired to that cheap East Coast beach rental’s flimsy couch as all… — read more

She once asked me why I insisted on making my own jokes and puns which, she informed me at the time, were frankly not that good, and there were lots of jokes and puns and limericks available from ‘current publications’ (this conversation transpired one weekend afternoon as she and I smoked cigarettes and before the… — read more

Was at the liquor store earlier picking up a bottle of scotch (purely for medicinal purposes), and there was this young woman in a scoop neck blouse with a small decorative hourglass tattoo on the cleavage-facing side of her upper-left breast, and I considered the flow of Time and how the sands shift forever underneath… — read more

On a dirigible dream out over the fathemless open ocean where corsets sigh and top hats tip whilst engaged in a fleeting kiss, her lips rouge and sweet, like the curds eaten by Little Bo Peep. Where’s there fire, there’s passion in flight. Go on…take a bite. — read more

I’d beholded, for the first time, the interplay of Destiny and Desire that is spawned by the wavering light cast by a single candle on bare skin, specifically her hip, as can occur on a nondescript warm and windless Northern Virginia summer nights when the fireflies copulated by phosphorescent strobe light in the lilac bush… — read more

Outside, you un-peg your wash that has been drying on the clothesline since morning. The day is an ordinary early fall day. Overhead and at zenith, the sun beats down on you, warming the bare skin of your forearms. And yet, a cold wind blows out of the east, the origins of which are from… — read more