Off the beaten trail from The French Quarter. A tiny gutted Craftsman bungalow, one story, an open porch. Enough space for eight tables, like we always dreamed. Two on the porch, two in the windows. The others in the middle of that slanted Creole living room we called our restaurant. You insisted we had moreContinue reading “Wait”
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Whitechapel Cat Calls
When he’s gone this long, he usually leaves the terrace window open. Forgotten, or delayed. Either way, the food’s running thin, and the city’s seductions are calling. The strays in heat are yowling and leisurely carriages are clip-clopping outside my brickhouse lair. I pounce up the stairs to my landlord’s study, three flights above theContinue reading “Whitechapel Cat Calls”
Hello, I am Ego
Hello Ego, good to meet you. Again. We’ve met before haven’t we? I’m sure of it. You’ve always been there, so often in fact, that I mistake you for a friend. So often I mistake you for me. You do a clever impression of me, by the way. Your voice, your accent, the expressions andContinue reading “Hello, I am Ego”
Netflix is a paradox
Can we talk about Netflix stock? It’s April and they just hit their all-time high, up a whopping +24% YTD against a very bearish market. That’s right, all the big tech stocks are down about -19% this year, and – are all down 19% this year, and Netflix is silently cruuuushing it!! The ‘Magnificent 7’Continue reading “Netflix is a paradox”
Relegated Vessels
[a redraft from the story, A Relegated Ship, Run Aground, included in Strangely Fierce Fables] She is a rusted merchant ship, the oldest remaining in Ireland, moored to rest along the banks of the Grand Canal. She’s named the Naomh Éanna. Completed in Dublin’s Liffey Dockyard in 1958, sailing in her prime as an AranContinue reading “Relegated Vessels”
A seal for disquietude
I can see my seal again. The air in my flat crawls a shiver up the sleeves of my nightshirt. The floorboards are patchy warm on my soft morning toes. I am waiting for the final gurgle of my coffee machine to spew its steamy starting airhorn. I want to sit at my desk butContinue reading “A seal for disquietude”
You’re Only Visiting Here
Imagine for a moment that you’re not from this place. Not from time or space, or anything that might pass as pattern or order. Imagine instead that you’re a different sort of being, something beyond this world, and beyond comprehension. You are extra dimensional, beyond dimension or without one. An entity of pure light. TheContinue reading “You’re Only Visiting Here”
Stitch, a horror poem
How I would prefer a sewing table to this rickety metal gurney. Mouth dangling thread tails are catching sweat beads on their journey from my forehead like an amateur I hurry. Hemming another running line in furry. One more seam, and then a taper. Bastings, patches, all needled proper. And the banging on the doorContinue reading “Stitch, a horror poem”
Paul Carreo 