Dirty Magazine

Angels pornographic God’s eros unbound Beauty frozen in mouths agape And limbs interwound.  Beckoning above the Racing Forum But below Guns & Ammo Sultry eyes suggest  Two or three gathered in His name   Might make a spicy quorum.  Airbrushed,...

Sunday At The Bar

Chores done Time for a beer I should cut back Maybe next year. Tires crunching gravel Engage parking brake Will tired feet to travel I have thirst to slake. Bright outside, inside dim Eyes adjust Disinhibited shouts, the usual din Here and there, a smattering of lust....

Thoughts In A Lyonnaise Church

Sheltered under beckoning spires  Prismatic windows spin fire Onto cold stone Taking a pew, he sits alone.  Votives burn and flicker   Incense ghosts’ bicker A monstrance gleams  Nothing is what it seems.  Sacerdotalism misplaced ...

Circus Bread

Glowing faces  Fingers dancing Connections on hold News, diversions, errata Dopamine likes never postponed.  Mother, father, son, daughter,  At table  Eating one handed  Chewing, Their batteries running low.  The waitress sighs She has tables to turn. ...

Forgotten Flute

My daughter forgot her flute  I have to take it to school Must have for her class to toot Unseen by me, I’m not cool.  Parking spot  Armed seraphim overwatch Disembodied intercom squawks,  Innocence to protect his lot Steel door, suspicion Gorgon...

Ode to My Father’s Urn

Amid lettered plinths, names call out, Numbers, expiration dates.  Once here, there, and about, Now in boxes sold at high rates.  Benches upon which to sit, Staring at images enamel blazed And plastic flowers never to wilt Resolute against memory’s...

Everybody Counts, Or Nobody Counts

Every year my town holds a contest to see which house has the best Halloween decorations and, let me tell you, some homeowners go absolutely nuts erecting complicated displays ranging from cutesy to downright terrifying. The contest also almost got somebody killed....

Egg City

My daughter had a playdate at a friend’s house, so my wife and I took advantage of our free afternoon and tumbled into bed.  To take a nap.  When we awoke refreshed after our forty-five minute slumber, I said, “Let’s go get a cup of coffee.” Getting into our...

Dark Highway

I was travelling down a dark highway late last night when, just as I reached the exit for the interstate, I saw a body lying in the middle of the road. “Jesus,” I muttered, pulling off to the shoulder.  Steeling myself, I got out of my car and walked over to...

Buried or Burned

I was having breakfast at my local luncheonette when one of the waitresses, a young college student, showed me an example of a tattoo on her phone.  “Which color should I get it in?” she asked, “Black or white?”  I personally don’t care for tattoos and my...