MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

chapter 102 maybe , I cant read roman numbers anymore, can you? "Hatching Like Turtles In The Dust." The little martian finds me on the second floor of an abandoned office building. I suppose abandoned  is the wrong word to use for this — the building is full; it is I who have abandoned it. I sit, shattered, tear-stained, and in a too-big company hoodie, willing my blue Trinity thermos to refill itself with black coffee — like that magic cooking pot that never ran out of por

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VG2kL4ojylk : listen to Dolly croon as you read. The Little Martian walks into an empty house.  “It ain’t no home no more, ’tis just a house,” he sings, like a caricatured mammy from a bad Southern novel. “What’s with the voice?” “I don’t know. These country roads just bring out something in me,” he laments, looking out at the land with a wistful gaze. “Dehradun is the capital of Uttarakhand. We aren’t exactly out in the Wild, Wild West, you

The little Martian naps in a hidden corner of his office. The sweet, acidic aftertaste of burnt office-machine coffee sits sleepily on...

The Little Martian contemplates. He taps his sandaled foot against his swiveling high chair, irritating all the cool, creatively dynamic,...

The Little Martian gasps awake in the middle of the night. His mind races, galloping across fields littered with ex-lovers and other...

The Little Martian slips and slides off a water slide and lands by my side. We sip virgin margaritas and pop fries, feet propped up-...

The Little Martian stumbles in, world-weary on yet another Monday.  “Time to quit it,” he mumbles, his voice a scratchy whisper. "I’ve...

The Little Martian finds himself in Parra. He has been sent on a forced vacation. The little intergalactic hustler has taken on one...

The little Martian stumbles out of his beanbag bed on a Sunday morning and lands face-first on the batik-print rug that stretches lazily...

The Little Martian buzzes. “I’m a busy busy bee, with places to go, people to meet, and things to see!” he sing-songs, as he zips left,...

I read Auden, and claim I too understand pain. Why Icarus flew too close And got doused in yellow rain. I read Auden as he absorbs Like...

The Little Martian stretches and contorts in a hyper handstand, and I watch as he fumbles and tumbles, landing in a heap on the ground....

The Little Martian has the flu.  He snivels and snorts, and his phlegmy throat contorts, but he refuses to take a day off.  “You're kind...

The Little Martian wakes up famished and furious. I watch him throw a toast in the oven, boil water like he's prepping for the Hunger...

The Little Martian watches as a wayward tear makes its salty descent into his treacle-sweet mocha on a drowsy Monday morning. “It’s like...

The Little Martian slams my door open on a Sunday morning, pokes his head obnoxiously through the door frame, and blares ‘Stupid Cupid’...

“There are two methods that humans use to survive, One is calcification and sequestering and separating: my stuff, my tribe, my this, my...

The Little Martian stumbles out of the Bombay Local and tumbles straight into the lap of destiny.  "The first class compartment is rather...

The Little Martian tosses tidbits of wit around like a confetti sprinkler. A dollop of smartass on a healthy steaming heap of offensive...

“There is a quiet pink that softens in the sky  And as September sings  I feel open and free I no longer have to try. Crispy autumn air ...