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Fiction, WritingSunny Corner Stories: Opening Monologue
How’s she goin’? Just passing through, eh? Course you are. They all are. Don’t get much traffic up around these parts anymore. Odd tourist…
PoetryIn Guadalupe’s Bed
The straightest way to get from this life to the next is by climbing through the sliced-open belly of sky left behind by the…
PoetryImpact of War
Boneyard leaking bones till shifting rivers, tilting hummocks tilling plows of oxen turned to tractor, turned to combine, pull the last remaining shrined remains,…
PoetryNew Year’s Day
Streets seem tired, city, at rest. We move through balloons, confetti, Moët, leftover eggrolls, last night's jest.
PoetryWoken by a dove tapping
A bare-bottomed girl runs to a window. Last night her grandfather muttered of a world full of violence, the dread of never- ending rain,…
Poetry, ShowcaseHorsefly Don’t Bother Me
positive side effect i woke up a few mornings ago with what seems to be a sprained ankle although i can't remember having done…
PoetryAgainst Poe
Poe wrote "To Helen," considered by many one of the great love poems. "Nicean barks" & "the glory that was Greece," admirable phrases, I…
PoetryA Flurry of Wings
Today is not just one cup of black coffee after another. Today, I have enough melancholy stacked on top of more melancholy to climb…
PoetrySabbath
Angels enforce Holy Writ, while others veer toward the particular Here, children somersault on grass while the noonday sun, outstretched as thine hand O Lord …
Featured, PoetryA Christmas Card from Charles Bukowski *
Christmas and New Year’s move toward us again the old sickening duet the masses coming out of their tv caves the family gatherings the…
PoetrySchrödinger’s Kitten
After I blunt Ming's grapnels with files and buffers, she wolfs down the meat off the pull cup. In the open yard where I…
PoetryAnother Blue Room
Nights are hardest to bear. Alone, that smell of us, still heavy and with ghosts, our sweat, our heated exhales. I taste you. I…