Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Four – Vinny
Short Story April 1st, 2015. Living room. Mom, I’m leaving you this message on your computer. You’re asleep right now. I just have a lot on my mind, and it’s better that I put...
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A Last Chance Or None At All
Poem The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun. It had got tired of all the hue and cry, was going for a sun burn. The water in the rivers had died, and...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Three
Short Story After a muttered, quiet phone call, Alex sat at one of the tables and patiently crossed his legs. In the meantime, Wendy had emerged from the kitchen, her hair tied in a...
I Wrote This While Waiting For You
Poem Even if I could ever write a poem that summarized all the minor chords lines In all the themes songs from all the movies we ever loved I’d still think That one Bonnie...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Nine
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Three – Nancy
Short Story February 2nd, 2015. Hospital bedroom. [nothing] I’m fucking tired of this. Who goes through this? We’re like the fucking Kennedy’s of Essex County, we keep dying and it’s a side show f-...
Life and Death
Poem Life and Death The two facets of being. Each very different and similar living. Life and Death. The two faces of one coin, which shines through each and every mind Scanning and...
If You Think You Can Fly
Poem At this height the attempt to tempt fate and take flight is tempting, but once you’re descending it’s too late to think twice. I feel like spreading my wings and giving in to...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Two
Short Story “The way I see it,” Alex finally continued, “just working in a place so bright and colorful and sweet, that makes people so happy, just makes me feel good.” Alex’s appearance, meanwhile,...
Happiness – Part One
Poem The years in my life resided Time was still, but took me quickly Strived to enjoy what was fertilized. Showing signs of a brisk wick. I see little remains to glare facing my...
Talk 25 – Cynic
Serial Fiction Look who is here, the local gypsy thug. We have gone global now. Thanks to your brother. How is he by the way. He is dying. Why are you not there. His...
