19th December
And we find ourselves here again. On the trembling edge of a new year. Expectation cast into the unknown. The desire for closure; close the book, see it gone, tucked…
And we find ourselves here again. On the trembling edge of a new year. Expectation cast into the unknown. The desire for closure; close the book, see it gone, tucked…
Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…
The blocked writer's notebook lays open before him. He has read, been told, been warned there is no such thing as a blocked writer. This is a myth. 'Your block…
My shithead ex-boyfriend and that black hole he calls a stomach. They’re both outside again. Third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. Another…
A storm blew inside his head the night he reluctantly decided to answer another personal ad. He had promised himself that he would not respond to any more;…
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including…
He dumped her in a suburban basement. They had driven up from the South where she was living with him and his mother. Sleeping on a screened-in…