My cat turned into a person this morning. Going about doing her normal daily routines. I watched a person shit in a box in front of me. Eat from the floor. Sunbathe nude. Then turn back into my cat.
It was never going to happen. It was never supposed to happen, but his eyes opened. The heart monitor flatlined as he unplugged himself. Legs weak from dystrophy, they bowed beneath the weight of him. He toppled into a wheelchair reacclimating himself to being alive again. Where was it coming from? The window was leftContinue reading ““5:33AM 1987””
Its interesting the adjectives we use to describe our actions or our life choices. When I first moved to Berlin, people would often say I was “brave” and “courageous” for following my dream and deciding to do what I chose to do, but what they don’t realize is the amount of fear involved because IContinue reading “Giving Birth to a God”
For this week’s Translation Tuesday, inexplicable shapeshifting, bad table service, tangible numerals, and a loving friendship that defies spatial logic are on the menu in “Heimat who Lives in a Box,” written and translated from the German by A.E. Sadeghipour. In this surreal microfiction, a dinner date is marred by embarrassment and a rude (andContinue reading “Translation Tuesday: “Heimat Who Lives in a Box” by A.E. Sadeghipour (Asymptote Blog)”
These fuckers ain’t coming back. I’m sure they will. Nah, they bounced. They definitely skipped out and are not coming back. Okay, if they were, then why would they leave a note? Maybe to seem like they weren’t skipping out? But they definitely just dined and dashed. What if they went to the bathroom orContinue reading ““Back in 20””
I was a white cow being led by a shadow tree back to the barn. I could not fit through the door until I was shrunk down to a more manageable size. Inside the barn the brown bull was mounting the heifer. I was guided to my stall. On the clean hay lay two calves,Continue reading “White Cow and Brown Bull”
Run you ragged and leave you on the floor coming down from a gnarly cocktail of drugs and debauchery. The onlookers grin because they have undoubtedly been there before, possibly even yesterday, and there’s no distinction between the week or weekend, between opening and closing. Actually, there’s no distinction for closing times because bars andContinue reading “Stamp Collector”
Are you going to that thing? Nah, probably not. Are you going to this? Maybe. Are you going to this person’s event? We’ll see. I feel like the majority of conversations with friends are always maybes and sometimes, of howevers and we’ll sees. Multiple exclamation points and emojis followed by sterile conversations and periodic assertions.Continue reading “This is ART!”