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  • Stay Here

    I Whoever it was that hurt you, let me hurt them. Darkness had begun to fall by the time we reached Onekama. Kimia slowed the rental car—a bright red Chevy Volt that seemed to be made entirely of plastic—and peered out the window. The look in her brown eyes was as if she’d forgotten if…

  • My Son and Me

    At the bar in Otto’s near 5th,both off from work, the heavyfoot traffic of silhouetted commutershastening home outside, and us, heretwo drinks in. The conversationhas just ramped up and he wantsto know why I did it, how I could have betrayedour family. The bartender is in night school, we learn, for law but, meanwhile, he…

  • Hungry Ricky Daddy

    While our apartment hovered on the brink of a four-sided civil war over a miraculous microwave I’d bought at a flea market in Fremont, my little brother’s best friend, Ricky Daddy, tried to live off the food given out at student-body meetings on campus. Monday it was the PSA, Tuesday the ASA, Wednesday the PSU,…

  • Interim

    On the glassed-in back porchof a friend’s house on Folsom, I slept three weeks on a heapof patterned wool blankets, a large ziploc of granolaand a jar of pistachios on the sill. I woke to bus trafficin the floorboards and sun on my face, drank thin coffeeand scoured the listings for a studio someplace morepossible….

  • Los Toritos

    When the little bulls, so-called, rained downFrom passing rainclouds like little bulletsUnexploded, wishing onlyTo scrub themselves away on their armored backsIn postures of convulsive surrender;When we, trainees, young men and boysWith imperfectly formed morals, flipped themOnto their sticky ridged belliesWith wooden spoons, then nudged themOn their way to the drylands, only to returnHours later from…

  • American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin

    Over-aged, over grave, overlooked brotherSeeks adjoining variable female structureCovered in chocolate, cinnamon, molasses,Freckled, sandy or sunset colored fleshExpressively motored by a blend of intellectualFat & muscle while several complex & simpleEmotional frequencies pulse along her veins.Must be a careful & moderately self-indulgentCinematographer, modestly self-conscious, reasonablySelf-important, spiritually self-educated, marginallySelf-destructive. Must be willing to raise orchidsOr kids…

  • American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin

    A brother versed in spiritual calisthenicsAnd cowboy quiet seeks funny, lonesome,Speculative or eye-glassed lass. ShopaholicsWelcomed. Also Prince fanatics, museumCashiers, & pragmatists conversant (lipstickOr no lipstick) with a hipness substantialEnough to contract around a muscle as wellAs expand around a child. Fear of boredom is ideal.Fear of dereliction is OK. Love for the willy-nillyAnd Willy Nelson…