Posts by Sean Glatch

Gray clouds hover white headlights, red-lit tails punctuate the quiet— what will the next moment bring? Dark-winged roof crow in muscled flight orange and Halloween striped truck dove-brown gull’s soaring circles the masked and waiting line-up beneath the thrift store overhang while February rain strikes tinny, percussive more question than answer yellow rain jacket promise…

Summertime ashes falling fire on the mountain Autumn leaves drift and tumble down the canyon Winter wonderland slip on unexpected ice break a leg Now the warming days plums blossom hope and fear arrive together on the breeze Sometimes spring can really hang you up the most   

You were skipping stones and I was romancing the thought of your hands and my hands and the miles of water between us, Wondering what the distance means, our bodies like pebbles that don’t know when to drown. Look at us, the cracks in our bones grasping for light. Look at how bad we are…

Birds build their nests from sticks and gobs of gum in flaking foil, old condom wrappers, pop- tops, every dime I’ve ever dropped. The sun’s still sleeping. I am too. But they start up their favorite predawn song: God-DAMN I’m great at sex! Woo! I can sing so fucking LOUD! My snazzy plumage dazzles! Virile! Bright!…

Look again. This is not some common hustle here by the road. Gaudy does not always mean cheap, but yes, she looks a little trashy there in all that lipstick. She is young—she follows her own bright vision. See how she teeters without support, fully flared weight hoisted by a skinny leg on tiptoe. She…

The spring rains wash away the last of the mud-encrusted snow. The cocoons burst like overfilled water balloons. The leaves emerge darker, a more emerald, sea-foam green. The dew-laden air will rush through the house like an excitable puppy. And I will dance with a spring-in-my-step, umbrella in hand, like Fred Astaire.

“Do introverts get lonely?” Dogs don’t answer, snore on floor by queen bed. “Make More Love” wall art laughs above my pillowed head, hung before breakup. Hugless in Phoenix cuddles chiweenie’s silk fur, inhales musk and warmth. Masks dangle key rack: floral, lip prints, checkered; three are grandgirl’s, three mine. Gray birds perch upper branches…