I once saw a man fold an omelet that wasn't an egg, from a block of cheese that wasn't quiche or folded,in a blanket of dust curling like lazy ghosts on a stove, that wasn't a stove but a...

Lodi, California, the asphalt melting, just like fondue, chasing the iguana away on it's short peg legs. Hopping like in "hop-scotch," avoiding the hot spots of the asphalt's lava of warm cheese in a fondue pot, stuck in Lodi,...

"You don't look like a math person," he said. I didn't answer—the numbers pulsed behind my eyelids, jagged and incomplete where the third side should've been. My fingers twitched toward the chips of ice in my whisky, "straight up...

You have such a lovely chew,Where moon-lit cobwebs drape the stone,In the hush of midnight's vaulted nave,Your whisper sinks like bitter-sweet brine—Petals of ash that gnaw at air, Your breath—a rusted key that turns, A phantom's smile, a serrated...