Posted on in Sundries

More Mouse Droppings

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the… Keep Reading


Posted on in Flash Fiction

The Canary’s Lullaby.

For two years, thereabouts, she fronted the Christian rock band, “Holy Hocus Pocus.” Then, she simply disappeared. After a sabbatical in Seattle, she claimed, she… Keep Reading


Posted on in Poetry

Fatal Flex

Late autumn plays the angles To corner the market of dining room pocket litter- A hard wiring of ninety – degrees a must to wet… Keep Reading

Posted on in Poetry


Armando’s six words for me to show my poeming idiocy. Disposition; shield; bruise; sustenance; Monday; electoral Escutcheon My dust to dust mid-Monday disposition is more… Keep Reading

Posted on in Poetry


my bones have become brittle as my mind has become bitter but I’m learning to finger pick that tiny violin A strangely dexterous demise without… Keep Reading

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