At seven o’clock I brewed some coffee, waiting for it to finish, I stared at leftover pizza— I decided to eat straight from the box —like beautiful birds of old, or like the mouth of a miracle. It was now Tuesday. Standing in the kitchen, a lonely water drop rippled in the sink. The first […]Read more "Ordinary Tuesday Morning"
in a sundial, tornadoes jump suit penguin ushering trash cans against gravel granite counter tops soup kitchens labels that read organic; sponge dropping ice cakes placenta unravel various districts a dentist recommends turkey; collecting evidence found frothing coffee plastic scattered throughout the garden talking of magenta blueberries frolic blackberry lipstick toucan-mustache, a Dorito crunch replica […]Read more "Ordinary Life"