She bought a map to stars’ homes. The wrongstars came out. No fresh gods appeared. No queensto rule her soft soul. Just actors in masksand starlets dressed as comical desires.A bus drove her along broad streets. Old songsscreamed from shiny cars not needing to meananything. Tourists snapped pictures and askedsilly questions washed away by loud tires.She wanted to climb into … [Read more...] about Sightseer, By: Mark J. Mitchell
Embarcadero Station, By: Mark J. Mitchell
A former trophy wife sniffs the blooms she boughtto stage some house she means to sell today.They told her this was one she had to moveto hang onto her crappy job. She thoughtabout him. Her house. What she gave away:She had her childhood surgically removedand dropped friends like bottles in a blue bin.He sloughed her quick as a snake sheds its skin.She rides public transport. … [Read more...] about Embarcadero Station, By: Mark J. Mitchell