Memories of A Serb

For all those nights the shades remained closed, while the glow of a single red bulb peeked through the cracks. Upon returning nothing has changed. Two shadows still sit hunched over on the two front steps.

“Kako ste?”
“Dobro.”

The shades are drawn and inert, so we leave our old home.

Parallel Universe Parking

It doesn’t matter how long I’ve sat here, or how many times I’ve sat here, it matters that I keep ending up here, on this precise spot. A gossamer binds me to these coordinates and the surroundings always appear unchanged. A half-decade of countless trips and not one atom looks out of place. A mile away, someone is seated on a rock, keeping a weary eye on a wristwatch. What is the meaning of this?

People We’ve Seen Off In the Distance

Often take forms we want them to take. We will them.

Bad habits start a domino rally, a chain reaction.

Make sure to watch out for the ground beneath you.

The Air Is Warm

Only for a short while longer. So I go out and I enjoy it. Long, long drives down poorly paved roads. I explore to find new stories. Just what I have in store for these sagas is painfully unclear.

Munitions Ranch

They chime in the distance invoking the spirit. A series of starts and stops, glitches that give way to excellence. Where once this space was as empty as the farmland surrounding a slaughterhouse, now the bells flood the countryside, reaching every ear for miles around.

Carried Off On The Sea of Ending

I’ve been listening to silence or simple tones, undergoing a transformation that’s left me slowly disintegrating. Sometimes I’m brash, or make absurd claims to which I cannot attach much validity, but at least I’m trying.

Check, Cheque, and Czech

No wonder a silvery female voice breaking through onto the airband sang in German, “We are from another world, but you’ve cut us out.”

Glaze Casts Yellow Over All Things

It spins. From a canyon a voice calls out loud enough that the surface of the river reverberates. When the sentries have been commanded to sleep, and there are no more questions squirreled away, a tree-house will protect me from the elements, and offer a vantage point from which to see.

Town Crier Welcomes Visitors

Catching up with new old friends.

Making plans and planning to see them through.

The metallic cadence, looped and boosted, was enough to buckle knees.