On Troped I wrote...
I keep wincing just before I think I’ll knock it over, but then I don’t even move a muscle. I can see the whole affair in my head—whatever it was to go flying: glass, wrist, anything delicate— I…
July 26 2009, 1:11am
On Troped I wrote...
She leans up on his shoulder and says, “Let’s do it. You want to do it?” “Uh… right now?” Gene has just been listening to one of his favorite sounds gifted his apartment. When storms come in from…
June 11 2009, 9:24pm
On Troped I wrote...
He’d come from a place where the roads were named #46 and #124 and they went north and south and southwest and through dales and farms hilly but rolling, not too rocky; and now, looking up to the…
March 24 2009, 2:10am
On Troped I wrote...
The racket was intense and he stepped off the pedals and the seat of the bike to straddle it, to lean on the handlebars and just watch the steel behemoth roll by; a steel segmented worm on wheels…
September 19 2008, 1:29am