“I wonder what it would be if you wrote it this week?” she wrote in her journal, the words hot and fast from last week’s escapade a few pages back now, safely buried in the streaming elements of the new week, new faces, old ideas, new intentions, after work meditations and milieu from a dozen lives she might have led if this one hadn’t captured her like the dragon held her royal highness the princess in he castle of her fondest hopes. “I wore shorts outside today.” What a moral decision. Should such a pair of winter white flesh posts be subjected to the world or more succinctly, should the world be subjected to a sunless damsel, a woman who had kept herself so covered and retired from the world the word white barely described the pale luminescence of her flesh? Yet she did it and found the challenge utterly […]
There are many realities. Dreams are one of them. Fantasies are another. I sit here looking at an empty bed and I wonder. “Will she and I ever occupy this space together? Will all the combinations of great locks upon time and space and other lives give way and open for this time and this space and our lives?” I sit here in confidence, because I believe the answer is yes. I don’t think it’s a matter of doubt or fear or realization of other people’s reaction should they learn of what we’ve done. It is not their world or their right to know and if anyone asks, it will not be them who pull us out of this quiet sanctuary, but we who pull them in, not we who are lost in their intrusions, but they who are lost in our intimacy. It’s a subtle distinction, but it has […]
“It’s taken,” she said. “What is?” he asked. “The title,” she said. “It’s been taken.” “I don’t care,” he said. “What do you think?” “I think you better ask yourself if that’s the smartest idea you ever had before you go asking me.” She stood at the bar, a very over the hill woman with all the equipment she used to get up the far side rather sad now with puffy cheeks from crying and a red mark about where her thigh started to get tender above the knee where he hit her, not the man she talked with now, the man she left who stormed out but not before he hit her, called her a name and told her not to tease if she didn’t mean to please. She cried a while in the Ladies room, then came out to finish her beer and that’s when she got into the conversation with […]
DDD originally meant Dead Dead Dead. I dwelt on defeat, depression and despair. Those made me sick. I determined DDD must stand for any three better words beginning with the same letter in any order. It’s my choice. Dignified At the senior prom I took wine, a red rose and two stemmed glasses from my parents’ china cabinet in the dining room. I also took a red and white checked tablecloth, a white linen napkin to place over my arm like a waiter, an etched decanter for the wine before I poured, a crystal bud vase for the rose, a tapered candle with a sterling silver candlestick from the same cabinet in the dining room of my parents’ house where I lived with them and all I took secretly with great care and forethought. I planned to return it all before they knew anything had been taken. They tended […]
This piece is introduction to The Shady Grove, based on my experience as a resident of the trailer park by the same name in Van Nuys, California. I lived with the gypsies. I fought with the Philistines. I lived with them three years, seven months and twenty-eight days. They taught me a lot. John
In which the hero Delbert Bonner college age drops out to hitch hike across America with his friend Alexander Carmichael in the 1960s. To Hell with Life on the Mississippi.
It’s a wonderful place to live, but if you’re not poor they won’t let you in. JEF