Color did not matter.  He was taught to squeeze the bloom lightly.  You wanted tight, not floppy.  Beauty wrapped with an invisible hand. No tips infected with the brown edge …

Barking dogs wake the body. The night-moon roams. Breathing.  Dream-ache. Feet leave the bed. Knees work their miracle. Wait.  Speech will unlock the mouth. Names come unbidden. Then the past.  It is …

What from the chair are we doing? After dinner he choses half sleep. Dozing, he could shift the syntax. What world are these hands?  What cruelty, what grace.  What do. …

You cannot cheat at Solitaire. Life online has its rules. A language.  Pain never acknowledged.  Every photo replaces itself.  Clean up your profile.  Are you at all social?  Try clicking …

Each leg, each arm has a name. Trails lead across the chest. Hands are antennae, always seeking.  Lips can swell with passion.  The throat vibrates and voice will come. Put …

Start calling yourself Starson, Otherwoman, Bakerboy. Time to migrate, say the birds. Keep your back pocket clear. Scratch a name on the desk. Make sure it is not yours.  

When you make the decision to send.  When you identify the country, the valley, the exact time zone. Their greatest hits could be different.  Animals paint the shimmering sun.  Plants are …

Remembering is a steep climb to a box sealed in granite. Raise your eyes.  There is new weather heading East.  Hand over hand is best.  Call out my name–I may …

He stops often on the road of life to graze.  He often finds himself bingo on fuel.  Gas stations, convenience stores, even the occasional grocery. His car is awash in …

He had a lucky hand. It was attracted to things. Another hand fusing palm to palm.  A woman’s cheek. The smooth page of a book. Hair.  It must have been …