Dancing to the Death of Beauty

Drug dealers only ever offer me cocaine. We are in Portugal, an old man grabs my arm, he smiles, his teeth are black. “What?” “Cocaine-ah?” “Why would you offer me cocaine? You have offered everyone else here Hashish but yet you offer me cocaine? I don’t think I look like I like cocaine.” “You do kind of look like you like cocaine,” Hank says, standing … Continue reading Dancing to the Death of Beauty

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The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen

I remember the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember when. I don’t remember why. I do remember where; Minneapolis, Minnesota. There was a girl. We met in Maine. We met again two years later in Massachusetts. She moved to Minnesota in that phase after a first kiss when colors vibrate and whistle tunes. I worked two jobs for two months. I bought … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen

William Henry Harrison, Beautician

William Henry Harrison turned over. His wife, Abraham Lincoln, slept soundly at his side. “You up?” he whispered. Abraham mumbled something unintelligible. William Henry Harrison poked her nose, to be sure. He nodded, satisfied. He got up. He tip-toed to the downstairs bathroom. He plied up the bit of loose floorboard and pulled out his stash. He stood. He turned it upside down over the … Continue reading William Henry Harrison, Beautician