Author: Andrew Thomas

There is a violet panel. There is a glass hummingbird for an older woman. There is a moment. I once whispered to a car going 3,000 miles an hour and he heard me. Or was that the imagination of some other child. I once had a glass apple from Perth slip from my hands just…

This is your doctor calling. I got good news and bad news. What do you want first? Ummm, give me the good news first. You only have twenty-four hours to live. O’ God. Whats the bad news? I have been trying to get hold of you since yesterday.

There was once a brilliant caring King with a vision. He once held the Grail and its intensity harmed him. For decades he requested his greatest knights to return and find the Grail for him once again as he was frail and aging. And then one day beside his bed a naive appeared bearing a…

I wasn’t yet three years old just in from Burbank when I saw Judy Garland. She had seen a child in the audience alone and had asked to have me brought back to her dressing room. She asked me how I was doing and who I was with and if I would like a drink.…

I touch my hand upon your soul and send you home. I touch my soul upon your hand and send me home. Earth to Earth and Dust to Dust. It was just the drawings of a child that brought me here to you that makes me stay. There are reasons for the summer. And reasons…

Winkum, Dinkum, and Drod. The Lawfirm. Saturday and the night has fallen. Carroll calls Smith crow, winter calls me tomorrow. Summer calls me when I am with Carroll. Lou lowers his voice and whispers. Answer the day phone. I answer your question. Summer is never alone and Carroll knows her name. What? I don’t have…

Words which once, twice. And then the moments fade. Days and nights intwining. Inclining to dismay. And we are left with the words to slow down the moments. To slow down the silence. Yesterday and then the moment fades.

September: Pin the Tail on the Donkey and Peanut Races. It was a dress competition and my parents had made me up as an aluminum foil Knight until the parade started, the walkaround in the circle in the gym. October: Timothy Leary and Pooh met the Jabberwocky down the gravel slopes of St. Martin’s. Pooh…

We did not live in a mansion. We lived in Kokomo. We didn’t have a second or a third home. We had a camper down on Pondera on Sand Point. My father’s black ties were thin. In winter his suits were wool. My mother’s Mink went to her waist. When we moved down here in…

In my twenties I traveled the country. I shied away from bars and clubs and I staid sober all the time. At some clubs I went to after parties, after concerts. But I also went to Church while on the road on Sundays and Wednesday night meals. At the Church there would be a guitar…

I was born on the cusp of the Bay of Pigs. My father was a multimillionaire. A Military Contractor in the Aerospace and Nuclear Defense Industry. He lost his company on a Breach of Contract in the Seventies. I lived in Spokane Washington just about three hundred miles from Banf. What was in Mao Bay?…

Vous savez, on se passe bien. De cette rivière pourtant par la rivière, je veux dire les gens contentera s’adonner, je rentre en aléa. Allez, attends, traverse et tu avais. J’ai encore samedi. Dondon, français de je vais bâtard, entre la sélection, j’adore penser le tien. Dans ton traverse, va prendre ton parle au théâtre.…

There is a field that I will never see in the Northwest. And a narrow avenue in Europe. I live here away from the ocean as well. I tend to my PTSD and Diabetes and am responsible. And I am happy. I was never sure what was worse, the ending of another day… or the…

Smiles. Once in a while and then, the ice would rupture. But someone if they wanted to could capture the radiant pleasures of spring, isolate them from insignificants, surround them with the solitude of winter. To keep smiling you could, harbor your wishes in bottles and picture yourself inside them and live transported, transposed, telepathic…

When a diamond becomes rust. The violet rise of smog from the soil. The summer becomes winter and then back again. And winter becomes summer only to find that the trees have not forgotten their names. That the park is still open across the street and that televisions open their doors at 6:00 AM every…