All The While
Shafted…damn How those eyes looked Ticked off on one or two fingers the sky we stood under Rain was the edge, sunlight the folds travel again around corners bent for your majesty the crown...
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Regular Pick-Ups
He comes like Santa Claus in unmagical night, trailing a monster iron-wrought — a hissing, growling, squealing beast burning yellow and red down streets of dispassion. He is agent of convenient oblivion, undertaker of...
Confide in Me
Let the green grass breath on me and the dried flowers lay their heads on my shoulders. Let my stomach churn and flutter. Let my weightless eyes be cooled by the ocean air and...
Mosaics (circa 2011)
In that hazy place beneath closed eyes and above dreams, I am sometimes back in the Met on that crisp December day. I’m wandering between the columns, Seeing my face in the black and...
Writing, 10/28
One tick to the right and I’m off Running like it was the path that I meant to follow all along Arms before face to protect it from the brambles and the branches That...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 17
Serial Fiction ‘I was beginning to think that my host must be aware of my presence by now when the breathing of a second set of lungs became evident to me. Naturally, I turned...
My Love is Dead
My love is dead! My cries depleted by the gentle down, encased. Clipped wings of once beauteous creatures with my honest tears are traced. My love is dead. I lie defeated. I pull the...
Animal Dilemmas – Horse Parrot
Short Story The Parrot watched the seagull for a while, ate a little more of the sticky green grass and started moving along the roof peaking down from the sides. It was searching for...
After Long Years – A True Life Story, Part One
In the cosmopolitan town of Abakaliki, eastern Nigeria, there was a prosperous young trader called Mr. Onyia. He was a handsome, tall, fair complexioned, progressive man with five rented houses and a fleet of...
A Guide to Winter Driving – Part One
Short Fiction Tony had never understood the appeal that so many others found in North Dakota. He wasn’t an idiot – he could see the cop-out metaphors about the wide-open spaces representing freedom,...
