Action At the Fiesta Lanes Bill bowled a strike. He jumped up and down and went back and took his seat near his Chesterfield smoldering in a tray.
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A strange new lust arose in young-man Pip as he watched Miss Havisham circle the repast and wedding cake, …
Short Story
I didn’t want to come over because I had already bought a ticket to Pinocchio (live action), but …
Short Story
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Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
Poetry
Nick Flowers was a fifty something loner, a dreamer who slogged through life with a Tom Waitt’s song in …
Short Story
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
An Almost Miss Gripping our raft, with rope burns, blistering hands, under a blinding, searing sun. We float along a churning river, while Father Time draws a constant line and …
Poetry
On New Year’s Eve they met on a notorious street corner that was familiar to her. They might …
Flash Fiction
My dad’s brows knitted in displeasure. As our guest, he curbed his temper, choosing instead to embark on …
Flash Fiction
The AC for the Judicial Annex to the Proudie County Hall and Public Records Building was on the fritz. …
Short Story
There are always leaks. Sometimes during the early morning, Patrice’s skin seeps through every pore, even before Jacques …
Short Story
I am at the bottom of this bottle but love is nowhere to be found. The rocks spiral in the glass, illuminated by morning sun shade on me fool me …
Poetry
He climbed the steps of a multicolored storybook Victorian house and shuddered. David Benson was worried about how …
Short Story
So on the eleventh or twelfth day finally get out to the street action carrying a small burst of …
Essay
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
Short Story
I didn’t know it was you until it wasn’t. I didn’t know pain until you left me, face down, wallowing in a deep ocean of my tears You …
Poetry
The keeper of my heart and fallen dreams; the tormentor of my shattered soul I need you to stop erecting mansions of doubt in my mind ... to …
Poetry
I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting. I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so …
Poetry
He thought he knew these people. Through the lens of his cracked shield needing a wash to better shine …
Short Story
BEFOREI was the one they called to the morgue to identify Davis. My phone rang just as I was stepping out of lecture hall.
Short Story
Friends of John Can’t clear the arterial detritus, nor shake the dull ache in the pickled kidneys. They float by my bedside, in piss-golden stasis.
Poetry
“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” I speak loudly to make sure my colleague hears me on the speaker because traffic’s …
Short Story
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
Poetry
She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
Short Story