Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows by Adam Chabot https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/Soft-Shadows-Adam-Chabot.mp3            It’s late but Benny and I are sipping Dewar’s and celebrating Dad’s 65th birthday on the deck that overlooks the backyard....
Neighborly Behavior

Neighborly Behavior

            I read in a book once that neighbors ask each other for cups of sugar, and it is a Sunday afternoon, and I have nothing else going on, so I shrug into my jacket and head out my door.             It is too warm for my jacket, a hardy green thing that’s...
Color by Number

Color by Number

Past the sunset, we’re in pursuit of leftover angles. After I work and pray I might tell you slowly I can’t make my living in the latest wilderness. Armed with a penchant, for every known answer, I refused to wonder about life recorded in piles of sketches. But...
There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

There is a Scene in Johnny Guitar

I have only seen Johnny Guitar once. Years ago, at the height of Tyler’s fondness of Joan Crawford, it was screening at an art house on Colfax that still ran film prints. There is a scene that stuck with me. I don’t remember when it happens—only that it is morning and...
Are You My Karma?

Are You My Karma?

It’s late tonight. The lights are out. The time has come to check each route. Stealthily checking every door. Windows and balconies, once ignored.   Drumming my fingers, nodding off Still waiting for a single cough. A sign of life my kids are there. Just one more...