Talk 20 – Cold Love
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Serial Fiction If I am fine it is because you were my editor. No, love was your editor. I could have done a better job at making you happy. You were perfect. Says my...
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
Serial Fiction On my bookshelf I have some books, not a lot. I have a collection of records, a Buddha statue with an incense burner, a couple bottles of wine – gifts, good...
Short Story Let’s go downstairs, she lives on the first. So how does it work, have you bought paintings from her before? Once. My friend from the other side of the ocean was visiting...
Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from the...
Serial Fiction Is dinner ready? How is your brother? I asked first. You’re drunk. He is not well. I have done everything. He cannot breath without the oxygen mask. We just tried to entertain...
Serial Fiction That you have in common with gypsies. What? Disdain for formal clothing. I hear music approaching. Ah yes, my brothers do that every night when they’ve had enough brandy. They come here...
Serial Fiction No cigarette for me, thank you. I quit. I never took you for a quitter. Before I eat I want you to tell me what you know. Every day is a gift....