It was the sort of occasion ...

It was the sort of occasion that you rolled your eyes about on the way in, and again on the way out.

It was the sort of occasion that called for fine wine and formal wear but Carla wore her red high top sneakers over fishnet tights and brought a bottle of gin.

It was the sort of occasion Wanda dreaded--a bunch of Polish yahoos eating kielbasa and farting, swilling vodka and getting sentimental.

© 2006
sw, mk, kk

haiku memory

Goldfinch on thistle
summer warmth and waves on sand
cool water on moss.

© 2006
kk, sw, mk

goldfinches

© 2006
b. carson

sumac and sky

© 2006
b. carson

What if ...?

What if, when you looked in the mirror, a slimy, snake-headed man was staring right at you, pinning you with his hot lidless eyes and yellow stained fingernails?

© 2006 kk

Well, doll ...

Well, doll, if ya'd told me ya wanted him dead, I'd've brought my hatchet and some good strong rope.

© 2006 kk

Dunkin Donuts two a.m.

Him: Try putting in a quarter and a dime.
She doesn't answer but throws him a sideways glance.
Him: I remember when a phone call cost a dime and when you dialed zero a real woman answered.
She punches ineffectually at the key pad.
Him: Here--let me--
Her: NO! Stay right there and don't move--they'll see us.
Him: But it won't work unless you feed it some coins, girlie.
Her: That's what they want you to think, but if you know the right words that's a whole different scenario. Bingo!
Him: What's your name, sugar?
Her: I can't tell you that. They know it.
Him: Who's this you're talking about? Feeling a bit peculiar? Did you take something?
Her: I didn't take it. They gave it to me, slipped it in the Pepsi. Take a note: no soft drinks.

© 2006 kk

night smear

© 2006
b. carson

a new year's dada collaboration

Sarah walked through the throngs of ignorant tourists at the theme park in a haze of confusion because
I can only concentrate on one thing at a time, unless I'm at work - then I'm forced to split my thoughts in many different directions.
And that was what had Cyril so confused. If Roger wasn't interested, then why not just say
FUCK IT!
So anyways, back to the bullshit of the moment
when nothing else would matter except the warm sun, the sound of birds chirping, and the colorful spring flowers
(which) were never as beautiful in Eau Claire as they were in Santa Cruz. Maybe it was because
she was too hot.

© 2006
sw, kc, kk, mk

through a window darkly

Photo
© 2006
b. carson

birds birds

Photo
© 2006
b. carson