Evidence I know why I care about your final resting place. I’ve never found one suitable on this earth. I’m estranged from your impulses, and I’ve envious of your solitude. All the words in the world don’t soothe me. What was last night’s dream is
How it possible to grow up in 3 different houses, each next door to the other? I cannot know if this is unusual. All I know is, everything I am, because of who she was—began at google.com/maps/place/197Magnolia Ave/San Bernardino. A Mittyesque daydream pops out of
The universe has a billion worlds centered by a holy mountain and ringed with wild oceans of teal— swooshing and crashing with the primordial pull of myriad moons. A trichiliocosm, with clusters of thousands of worlds. “Vibrating and vibrating—shig shig, quaking and quaking—yom yom, the
I. I suppose we should start at the beginning. Well, maybe not the very beginning—there are whole lives, entire worlds, that existed B.C. (before children), and I’m not concerned with those. While in the womb, you receive your mother’s life, not her Life. You get
Grow up in a church. Go to Sunday school at Bulverde United Methodist church in San Antonio, Texas, where you cut out pictures of doves, sing along to “Jesus Loves Me,” and then whine to your parents about how boring your teacher is. At home,
I’d would gladly follow my girlfriend into the garbage, despite its interminable odors. I love to kiss her, with those inviting lips and skin and smells of freshly washed socks with fabric softener. I could do this unendingly though my timing is not always on
I meet Marcus at a minor league game: Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp versus Kissimmee Cobras. The brightly-lit stadium a stone’s throw from the St. Johns River has been renovated to the old-timey feel of a Northern ballpark, but its faux brick and imitation gas lanterns make
Placetime coordinate: somewhere, sometime. Neither here and now nor there and then, but rather there and here and then and now. The lively ruins of a city on a hill. A forest grows round it. Waters cut through it. Monsters burrow in and out of