The two guys who serve at Mcdonald's might share the girl who sweeps the floor. Across table three. They might call it "The burger". The staid, cautious client sitting across the table from me could go to car-key swingers' parties. With his mail order bride. Who, surprisingly, does love him. The pizza delivery guy is in for a blowjob next door. On my laptop, at least. The Chinese couple who run the goods store...she's cle...

She boards the metro carriage. Her hair is dyed orange. She has a spot above her pierced eyebrow. She's wearing a green jacket. My character radar pings immediately. Within seconds I know, on my laptop, she is getting laid tonight. She's not BDSM. Too young for mature facesitting. I can see her lowering her vagina onto a woman's mouth and nose. It is lucky that her phone distracts her, because I stare. I am picturing her...

I was trying to describe this to someone.  I wanted to compare this feeling to love except I'd never use that word with you and it wasn't. So I said to them, "Remember that Richard Brautigan story where the Kool-Aid Wino makes the drinking of a beverage a religeous experience? "The one where he makes double from a single satchet because he knows the price and the limit but still, measured sips in quarters are better than...

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin…she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him, she would see that he was a lot more tha...

Last night I awoke, enshrouded within cedar and pine, burnt and smoky, covered with soot and ashes. Wiped the dust out of my eyes, and found stuck in it a grain of icy moonlight. The only light that shone, gone in a tragic moment, and a comedic error. The wood, the trees, cracking, crashing, the forest was snapping, twisting, breaking and bending. I was bleeding. Even perfectly still, things were hazy, warm, and blending....

Again, I close my eyesand wait for you, Dear Muse,never knowing if you will comeand enter me today,and if you do, I have no notionwhat you will bring.I glance out at the eastern sky,at the orange glow then close my eyes againand sit here in my darkness,waiting with delicious coffee-- the warmbrown brew I cravelike I crave you.I take that first warm sip-- the sound of ahhhh risingfrom my throat--a sound so pure and filled...