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It was deadline night. The newspaper was being put to bed. Phones rang with last minute comments, and fingers pounded…
Category: Original Lit
Concrete Dreams
It wasn’t my fault. I did everything right. She provoked me, and that’s why I was here, terrorized and now…
I Do Not Like Pomegranate
I do not like pomegranate Theres a reason but I don't understand it Its a four syllable word I think…
Over the Porch
I sat down on the white bench, checking my watch. They were late, and nobody called me to tell me…
Metamorphosis
If you are LIFE I shall dress like a sunbeam. If you are DEATH I shall grow whispering wings. If…
Burning Down The Doll House
Fires licked pink, plastic walls, turning them black. Floors melted. Windows filled with smoke. Toy furniture ignited. A small figurine…
A Portrait of Sri Lanka
I’m unsteady, the bloodletting is tongue stretching Picture a slum setting, unkempt with a rough heading Tribes get involved, when…
Paying Rent in the Tower of Bliss & Courage
I first began reading Charles Bukowski right around the same time I was falling off the earth. Hearing that he’d…
Infrasonics
Men have no trouble letting Claire go The sounds of her mind working too low in frequency to hear perturb…
En Route
A humid morning’s light filters through the mud caked window Of an ancient burgundy station wagon, casting a sepia tone…