Tag / Kathleen Flenniken

I Dreamed of Obama on the Nigh…

He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze like a scene from Jonny Quest. Up and down the basin Americans smoldered. The tent flap behind us fell open meaningfully

Incident in the Park

Working back from the moment I rose off the bench, dashed like a wave and tempted to slap him,   when three times yes, his question was sex, I hadn’t gotten it wrong;   before he patted the seat, before