Anti-Inspiration
Poem Helpless, blue in the face Because I can’t take a breath Until I quench this thirst. I look outside and see Nothing but poison rain. A rising flood of feeling is inside...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Five – The Brewer 25
Serial Fiction The more he listened the closer he got to the conclusion that there was nothing that could be done to fix it. It was not fixable. That was one of the...
Magic Kingdom
Ned Vasey walked into Disneyland with a Yellow-Billed Hornbill in a cardboard box that read tinsel and lights. He imported the bird from Africa and it had arrived just in time, as the man...
Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...
Robert’s 40th Birthday
Haibun Another red light. We hit nearly every one since leaving the house — late. Mom grimaces. I grind my teeth shut. Mira and Frankie sit quietly at ease. My brother’s 40th birthday pizza...
Dog Food – Part One
“I found a dog today,” said Aaron. “He was walking around near where the subway used to be. I tried to call him closer, but he was scared of me. I put a little...
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 24
Serial Fiction He was not anticipating for something wrong or unplanned-for to come upon him on the fourth floor. Being ready with a hat full of improvisations was priceless at a moment when...
For Tony, For The Man Who Gets To Stay
When I finally leave Mallory’s place, the second wave of the bar crowd is just getting home. They bubble up from the yawning mouths of subway stations and lurch indoors with their arms around...
Lust Painted Walls
Agnes clicked onto user Jim409’s profile. She scrolled through his pictures giving each physical quality peculiar attention. In the first photo he appeared to have just spearheaded a lion while draped in a rugged...
