The End Of All Things Cold
For your review are several things an eye likes to pretend isn’t there the reality with the tattoo that says, “celibate” Rush toward likenesses favored by all the fantasies Aborted before they had time...
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The Rite (III/III)
I recall the exodus from Kaoidang: the flight from sprayed bullets into Iron Mountain, the night you hazarded land mines, jungle wild, and the Khmai reds to extract your child from harm. Unfed, barefooted,...
At a Garage in Tallman
Haibun Poem I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s...
The Polieceman Who Shot a Dog Named Tycho – Part One
They found him up on the crest of a lonely peak in the old boondocks, nose to the ground, sniffing, taking his time; time being the thing he had aplenty. Time, and that expanse...
Animal Dilemmas – Bee Giant
Short Story The Giant was moved by the cacophony with the fruit fly. Not moved enough to change religion. But moved enough to turn off the image box, finish his wine and stare out of...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 8
Serial Fiction It was five after midnight and they just finished talking, he and the Pipe, they also finished a few bottles of wine. He remembered that they were drinking to celebrate his resolution. With...
The Problem Is
The problem is that we’ve let it drift. When you leave Love to the moon-eyed It will always go wrong in the end. The ones with mist about their bones Who let their thoughts...
Diary from an Empire
1/4 rage in Ferguson their hands up they shout don’t shoot our empire bides 2/4 Brown robbed the store a curfew for Ferguson not the empire more by JUN HUA EA
