Inertia Stories

By mid-afternoon it was snowing, one of those early spring one-last-time sucker- punch squalls, and as the sun went down, and the streetlights came on the temperature rose a couple degrees and the snow began to mix with freezing rain. This would have been around the rush hour. There were only five people in the Tip Top, two of them playing pool and requiring quarters, but the rest just sitting there, so the bartender had...

dead calm adrift  a vast pacific mirror waiting salt-poisoned dreams  fevered fish flying a school cracks the glass overarching my too well-made craft still afloat enduring land in sight white prismatic floating mountains cool promise sending shards of light into all its brave components were they really there? sail tattered cups the imaginary breeze the oars a memory ready for a current to catch  a motion