Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 2

I’m a server at an Americanized Chinese restaurant. This is based on real experiences: Caroline ate fried rice at one of the nineteen empty patio tables collecting dust that Thursday morning. When she started working at Lee’s Family Kitchen four years before, mornings included a gracious and considerate assortment of noodles and protein cooked fresh … Continue reading Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 2 →

“Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month

With the spring night cooling, I clench my bedtime glass of water. I am sitting up, hours from wonderland In the soft glow of a Himalayan salt lamp, A harem of ionized kisses in the otherwise dark, Waiting for blackout. With the storm winds settling, I close the bedroom window; There’s nothing left to watch … Continue reading “Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month →

“Dreams and Dust” – Day 4 of National Poetry Month

Dreams and dust Dreams and dust And hours and hours alone Building and planning Planning and building Pacing the rooms, breathing in pain Labored Resting Stretched beneath a wild, sprawling ceiling Ten thousand tiles wider than remembered Staring, waiting, longing, dreaming Folding dust until it falls Stacked particles Statuesque collapsing Excited by a liquid Alive … Continue reading “Dreams and Dust” – Day 4 of National Poetry Month →