1) What the hell was she thinking, posing with a puzzle across her face? Only the puerile can appreciate the mystery. I think she had to take a piss, but didn’t move for fear the light would fail upon her return. 2) The gods of our island are immovable. They face the sea stone-faced and empty, dreaming of tomorrow. Our gods hide their secrets from us. They think we don’t notice. 3) The lake is a mirror that sees the sky kiss the earth between her knees. The lady of the lake shudders in the wake that rocks the world to sleep. 4) The white cat sleeps at the window warmed by the sun. She keeps to herself, arriving in time for dinner. She is agreeable, if not imperturbable. We call her “the beautiful woman has come.”
is living the high life in the lowlands of central California. His work has recently appeared in Beatnik Cowboy, Compass Rose Literary Journal, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Naugatuck River Review, Ghost City Review, and Quibble.
