The archipelago of smoke has moved off Bogie’s left shoulder. Now it’s a feeling of an archipelago, and it may find longer happiness in that unbordered state.
In a Lonely Place on 01-23-2020
If we’re going with Quantum Entanglement theory, as I’m inclined to do, then Rocco in the background and Thumper the shadow horse beside him in the curtains have by now surely exchanged enough molecules that they’re eternally connected. Before long…
In a Lonely Place on 01-21-2020
Gloria’s cigarette needs some help. It looks as if it was desperately trying to become a finger, and thereby transcend itself, then blew its own head open in the process.
In a Lonely Place on 01-20-2020
At the back of her head is now a speck of highlighted hair, or some hallowed light which may have intentions of becoming a halo, which is concerning, because the only angel you can trust is a fallen angel, and…
In a Lonely Place on 01-19-2020
Today the smoke at his suit collar is pretending to be a South Pacific archipelago, and the smoke up from his hand, train tracks more or less parallel. They’re really getting into it. Archipelago! Train tracks! This is it! Whereas…
In a Lonely Place on 01-10-2020
Her smile today seems to extend down across her cheek to become a darker shadow at her neck. And that’s just today, in this 1/24th of a second. Across time, who knows how much further it goes, but I suspect…
In a Lonely Place on 01-08-2020
You realize that every day, whether you think you will or not, you have something to say. We didn’t need to prepare for any of this. This 1/24th of a second was always going to be just this.
In a Lonely Place on 01-04-2020
Never has a suit jacket sleeve been more rumpled than the suit sleeve of the man we call Rocco in the background. Either his arm is made of melting wax, or he just spent three consecutive nights clothed in a…
In a Lonely Place on 12-28-2019
Whoever put the ashtray at that angle, a diamond linking them together rather than a square walling them apart, was right. Every day I make new discoveries. There must be enough for a lifetime right here.
In a Lonely Place on 12-27-2019
His words go into her ear, into the Lonely Place. We do not hear them. It doesn’t matter. She is curious, and halfway smiles. She is being transformed. He is being transformed. Speak, listen, as if today is merely 1/24th…