Gaston F. de Bearn

Zane slaves over a rock ballad, tears on cheek, flared mauve chaps, bullion lips.   two takes, has cigar, calls it a Mayflower nickel, wages, an emotional pilgrimage.   not enough, take ten.   pauses for recall, popular remainders and pulse, a twinkie that belts ...

Tuck finished his soup and salad one Sunday afternoon. His wife left to play tennis at a posh club downtown. She was late getting back. He went to the mailbox at halftime. There were sexy girls in bikinis on TV. He liked to look at the girls. But he really wanted to check the ...

I took a swim in the sea. my life started over.   my boner lasted longer. my appetite swelled.   my hunting skills were sharper. although I never hunt.   I wanted the hurricane-watch software package advertised on tv.   I called the toll free number: sold ...

its warm bodice and intricate lace tells nothing of its past which I know from a black and white sign hung on an outlet rack. “smoke damaged garments, price reduced.” a bubbly clerk, “from a building fire in the L.A. riots; they smell fine.” “much sweeter than ...

goofball Achilles with girls at his heels on the springboard doing back flips into the cherry blossom rain!

piercing water with a breath poised beneath three hundred silver bubbles wavering and separating into thousands of aerated marbles upwards sailing past the cold surface to feed the greening leaves   Pandora’s diving, the aqualung her box, unavoidably opened to let the ...

A widow combs her wirey flaxen hair and her dark eyes flow coldly beneath a wilted brow, her tome breathes heavily as she sits on a raft, curled in a warm magenta cup, a rose’s basin, teaching scents, burning lessons, scratching her life on a flower’s soft wall, rubbing a ...

Beneath ice, She undulates, Such carefully timed rifts, Oxygen fills her soul Dreams and deepening skies, Beasts roam daily, Cold midnight sleeps. Suns and cheers urge on every surging wake, momentum and roiling seas, toes merge as leaves, a flood, daffodil stems, crystallizing ...