Saturday, December 10, 2016

Academia For Two

It was made of maple and very strong. One point was deducted that was all. The ending of the term should've been celebrated not with them craving so much more. Guitars and all as an explanation but that would diminish Addison's genius flaw Halley's perfection.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Dial M For Mezzanine

You have to go around tonight on your run just watch out for the wax it has not dried all the way. Give it another fifteen minutes.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Stop At The Stairs

The corners looked good. I saw that he stole my gloves. They ask each other and use soft voices. The music a machine the trade-off somewhat chaotic. Not quite awake and not quite sleeping. The lake was always there. Sometimes bothering. So cold. Swimming only an idea most times.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

French Prairie Summer

The oak grove is still there but have the trees shrunk after thirty years eight steps from my tent to the canvas one up on a platform the propane stove I started each morning at three-thirty in St. Paul watching and waiting for the field burn now that the tenders of the open land the beaver the water in the impossibly wide valley stopped by new houses where the field school had their dig and I was the cook who sliced her fingers--seventeen stitches on a Crisco can. John McKay you are dead. What do I owe you and the St. Paul summer back then of course I fell in love with the Champoeg wheat those years ago when I fell to my knees retching.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Leave It By The Closet

She knew she was becoming neurotic again. Who in their right mind would pin together a faulty cushion in one of the offices with her protest safety pins? Not anyone else nobody she knew plus that telltale drop of blood when she messed up and pushed too much bossy with the pin, leaving behind her D.N.A. in the middle of the night on some lonely corridor more commonly known as the mezzanine. Yes, her favorite band was somehow managing to play after forty years and tour remembering aloud their oh so lucky break with Ray Manzarek.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Saga Of The Missing Door Stop

Where, why and how. Those three essential philosophies. Without them it was just another graveyard shift just more polish inside the elevator plus all those pencil shavings to return to. Careful where you step there's more to it how to go around.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Mystery Of The Mean Custodian And The Leathery Oak Leaves

There were four dog beds plus a few blankets lots of fur crumbs of dry feed and leg bones still with meat on them. Could you please restrain your little hog I mean dog the mean custodian said into the air.