Sean has swum with whale sharks in Mexico and has been out-boozed by Franciscan monks in Ireland. Damsel fish in the Philippines found Sean quite appetizing. Sean and his wife live in Santa Ana, California, where palateras frequent their street and ring bells. They ring bells quite often. With the help of aspirin and water Sean recovers. After he’s eaten, of course. You can find Sean’s work here and there both in print and online.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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