Brian Hall is Missing

I slid in the mud–voices on t.v. floated out the window, my owww an unnoticed howel to the hungry hangnail-moon. AIM yrs l8ter: OMG WTF EVER HAPPENED 2 BRIAN HALL? but that night broken glass was embedded in my foot. A long deep cut, bloody foot gushing on wet blades of grass… he chased me […]

The Golden Afternoon

The sun blinds me through a window with no blinds as I lean over to examine this pale blue afternoon. A cat yet again sits on a plastic storage bin amid recently emptied boxes. 7:53 but a bee buzzes still near a tree, near my window. Three large pictures broken-up with: white window-latches, burgundy curtains, […]