Feeding the Genie

I met a djinn today. No mortal could ride the bike he was riding. It was the middle of nowhere. I almost rode past him but heard his voice, “comida”. When a djinn says they are hungry what do you do? Feed them.  He was dressed in rags. Clear eyed but with a wildness about…

The Cave was a Woman

​I didn’t realize that the cave was a woman until the next morning. I had slept between her legs in her velvet embrace, her bush beneath my feet. We lit a fire there, me and the cave. The heavens noted our union and shot their arrow, a meteorite, which was so close and direct that…