Friday, April 28, 2017


The Fifty-third Calypso:

Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist,
And a British queen--
All fit together
In the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice--
So many different people
In the same device.

Rest in Peace, Rory Langley. She didn't go out with a bang bang
A pool-pah was coming and all of the members of the Victorian had become wrang-wrangs. My zah-ma-ki-bo was calling and I knew it was time to fly away way. 
I grabbed my belongings and walked out the door, I could no longer stay stay. 
I waved to Ellen as I took my leave 
She was to busy hiding her heart in her sleeve 
I flew to Ellis crossing and looked down at the tracks
Without a second thought, I stepped across and never looked back. 

Silent but deadly

I could've told him that my mother had died on Ellis Crossing when I was 11. I could've told him that I was so distraught with my father leaving and my mother's death that I threw myself off Rainbow Bridge to escape it all... i could've told them that before I hit the water wings had sprouted from my back and I opened my eyes to bright blue sky. I could've told him that my best friends were some homely little rats with wings. I could've told them that despite the ability to fly I had never left the confines of the city, and hardly even the Victorian, because I couldn't bring myself to cross the tracks of Killer Crossing. I could've told him everything. But I didn't. 

We had been walking around the park for hours. We had gotten a slice of the World's Best Pizza to go but Carter still hadn't taken a bite. He seemed hesitant to ask questions and anytime he hinted at it I changed the subject quickly. We climbed a tree and watched the Lunar Eclipse. After minutes of silence, I kissed him on the cheek, said goodbye forever, climbed down the tree and walked home by myself. 

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Flightless Turd

Gasping for air, Carter James is looking around wide-eyed and terrified. His clothes are soaked and he's lying on the rooftop of the Victorian, dumbfounded that he's still alive. The last thing he remembered was falling, falling, falling and then darkness.

Was he in heaven? Or could he be in hell? He had this strange memory of a dark angelic woman sweeping down to his rescue, like a raven in the sky he thought he was to die. Remembering her soft brown hands firmly grasping him under his arms and being lifted upwards. The only real recollection of memory he has is the singing of the only folk song, "I'll Fly Away", in his head as he his eyes began to dim and his breathing began to slow down.

"I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away. If I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away." Convinced he had been dreaming, he's awoken from his unconscious state by a startling bolt of lightning strikes the top of the building next to the Victorian. It begins to pour.

Without thinking about what I'm going to say, I decided to step out into the open, wings retracted of course. I don't know how much he saw or remembers. The frightened expression on his face he gives me when I come out from behind the electrical box.

Lightning strikes again and my face is illuminated by the flash. He starts to sputter out verbiage.
"Ittt it it it was you, wasn't it?"
Before I can say anything  a bolt of lightning strikes the electrical box and a fury of sparks fly sending me tumbling forward and all the lights in the building to go out.

I get to my feet.
"maybe we should go inside and talk things over, I'll cook."

"So. How are you feeling?"
I say as I pop a frozen pizza in the oven
After a long silence he starts spewing questions out all at once.
Sighing heavily, I remember that the power is out and my pizza is not getting any warmer.
I take a breath, focusing in on his forehead which is perspiring with sweat. My stomach growls. Flying makes you hungry.
"Let's go get some food." I say. Walking out the door, not waiting for Mr. Carter James to follow me out.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Flying Feces

Another pleasant surprise left for me to clean from my so-called friends.
"Oh buzz off pidgey, if you're gonna fly around and poop on the roof at least do it when I'm not here!"

I'm sitting on edge of the rooftop of the Victorian, l'm looking up at the stars as a group of 3 pigeons encircle my head. We've been friends since I was in middle school.

"Sorry Jackie! Duty calls!" the bird chirps
"Jackie you're a janitor! This is your job." another cries
"Don't worry pidgey, I'll be taking a load off in a minute! Besides, jackie sees junk 10 times the size of this everyday." the very plump third bird says

All the birds cackled with laughter

"Oh shut up will you?" I say, trying to hold back a smile.

I come up to the roof to clear my head and hear what the birds have to say but tonight they seemed to be a little preoccupied irritating me.

"I thought you guys were supposed to be helping me?" I say

The thin bird chirps in and says, "Jackie, whoever this Mr. jimmy jam james character is, he's the first guy to really seem to like you for who you are. You have to tell him about the accident with your mom or you'll never get any closer. You have to let him in."

The other birds chirp in agreement. Someone begins to fiddle with the door.
"Quick, scram you feathery fools! Someone is coming!" I cry.

The birds fly away and out of the door comes Mr. Carter James.
"Hhhh-h-hey" he stammers
He never seemed like the type of guy to get nervous.
"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I say
"I asked the lady at the desk where I might find you, grumpy old thing that one is."
I let out a giggle and then pull myself together and remember I'm hesitant to let him get to know me. His dark brown skin bring out his white teeth, shining in the moonlight.
"What happened Jackie? I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you, I was just tr-"
"Stop. You don't have to apologize. I just...those train tracks. I should go" I say and make for the door.
"No please don't." Carter says
"You were already up here, I'll leave."
He begins to walk away.
"Wait." I say
He turns around
"Come sit down, I'll tell you everything."
He gleefully walks over and plops down on the edge of the roof. As he places his hand down he accidentally smears his palm with the lovely white present the birds left.
"AHH!" with a feminine scream, Carter jumps up and stumbles backwards, toppling off the roof.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cries
I gasp and then let out a sigh of frustration. I step out to the edge, take a breath and without hesitation jump, large white wings sprouting from my shoulders as I fall to save the damsel in distress.