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PoetryAfter her best friend’s hubby’s funeral
or divorce or some means by which the poor lass is on her own, My lass, without fail, will ask me: What are you…
PoetryI might not be here long
I’ll die. I’ll go brain dead. I mean, I’ll be here but in some straw wrapper exiting through the skull and brain matter. What’s…
PoetryStump
Sun sliced through the window warming my face, my skin tinted pink by skinny morning clouds. Mom was sleeping. Harry was up. His footsteps…
italian blue
somewhere between a full irish breakfast in galway & a sunny sail on the mediterranean, i dove between gentle waves, swam circles on my…
Poetryssri’s at the Musee
i feel so goddamn happy, sometimes i wanna take the damn out of God grab fistfuls of his oxygen steal that single beam of…
PoetryEvery Play
The hurried girls in flight the mighty half to rule the rabid roasting meat and placing it on the dirty tray I'd like to…
FictionHeavens to Murgatroyd — A Love Story
Every once in a while I feel a love story coming on it’s like nourishment. I don’t even remember who shot JR about that…
PoetryVerities
tenets of the most devout are tempered with a tinge of doubt; every joyous moment spent will cost a hundred in lament; beauty passes…
PoetryWe Will Go Again in Autumn
The wind will change color and we will go fishing at daybreak even as things can’t happen as they did before but approximation of…
PoetryAfter You’ve Gone: Horses and Cigarettes
She calls to me across the pasture. Over here, I answer. Grasses shrink from her big yellow teeth as she approaches— weeds don’t know…
PoetryFool Moon
the star of the show out for a daytime stroll masquerading as a round cloud wearing designer shades trying to go unnoticed before tonight’s…
PoetryThe Vapours
The windows weep for wilder air to sweep the ghost imprisoned where I sleep these widow weedy days; your smell still bathes my pillow…