Bruno says I’m pretty— the noble sentiment he must make. My bravery resides in hospital curtain resurrections. I’m still here and I must listen to Bruno now. He talks with a swollen bird’s chest—warm air about ignorance and so on. Then sympathy is paused with each enlightened thrust positioning the rump just so as if glass will suddenly overflow. Afterwards… Read more →
Clinton Inman born in Walton-on-Thames, England, graduated from San Diego State University, and has been an teacher all of his life. He recently retired from the Tampa Bay area, where he lives with his wife, Elba.
When you first find it with the rest of the kids in your neighborhood, you will be fourteen. The lot is overgrown and lakeside. You will notice the waist-high grass and missing wood panels from the dock, and you will begin to think that the property is fading in to itself. It has gone unclaimed for years. You and your… Read more →
Where would an astronaut park her space ship? Considering she has pushed her bowling ball in anticipation of its collision, and life forms gather to hear Jailhouse Rock, the void is not completely empty. She is suspended with her back to an earth that won’t listen. Atoms, she thinks, appear as light, so no wonder Elvis is still alive. We… Read more →