Experimental & Hybrids

Like darkness, a person is composed of what they aren’t. This winter, the Beach Boys plan to ice skate, just like they did last summer. I’m taller whenever I stand next to a crowded mini-bar. I started to feel guilty …

My Daughter, They’ll line you up with flags and rifles, swords depending on the branch, but you can’t love a man in uniform until he’s out of it. You’re not his mother. You’re not Jesus. Just throw your hands up. …

Phyllis, I ain’t forgot what you said to your daughter the day I married her. I’m a day out of the tank and somewhere in South Dakota. The girls at the gas station looked at me like I’m crazy when …

If aliens had invaded the planet when I was eight years old, and I was given a choice as to whom I would pick to champion Earth—the biggest and the baddest human on the planet against the biggest and baddest …

You’d never believe this story, Wichita. I mean, it doesn’t sound like real life. It’s got real crazy since you left me. I did right by you, though. So, I found out all this real crazy stalker stuff goin’ on …

I. The ground has been changing for a while. I was younger and the ground felt solid. Unmoved. Felt like holding me to this Earth in a way I said I was okay with. I said okay, and I meant …

          I’m on the phone with my therapist when I hear a commotion in the kitchen and, looking up, discover my roommate, possessed by a demon. He has returned early from work. I’m at the opposite end …

          I had an idea for a building. It was simple. It had to be; I didn’t have much space in my apartment. I kept my idea for a building in the top of my apartment’s …

He brings orange juice and the blue pill box before morning gathers. The window was open overnight, just enough to discharge the smell, and he closes it, secures the curtain for the view of the willow trees. He stretches his …

The keening is bland this morning; the smell in the season thinning. My son is sleeping inside, rolling in those young lung dreams–I remember them–Pacific and covered in saliva. When he wakes, when I wake him, he will eat the …

Jan 11, 1986 Plaza Convention Center, Albany, New York, U.S. There are things we cannot see. We cannot, for example, see the wind. Imagine a tornado without debris: all cause and no effect. From certain angles, we cannot see Mike …

Jun 20, 1985 Steel Pier, Atlantic City, New Jersey, U.S. Mike Tyson’s walk is a master class in slowness, his gloved hands hung low at his side, each step paced (i.e deliberate) rather than pacing (i.e. anxious), so posed or …