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…
Category: Original Lit
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…
(TH)EverYing is a LI(V)E
When one peels away the onion layers of “the conspiracy” one does end up back in the Garden of Eden…
Changing Anthems
I was trying not to panic. That is, I had no reason to panic. I had prepped days in advance.…
A Christmas Snow
The white ruffled snowflakes fell by the millions covering the browning grass that would have been blowing free. The snow…
Aging
It is not time yet but let me imagine it, the shadows of the future caught me by surprise today…
Never Meant to Love
Last year was to be my last. My doctor laid it all out on the table. My heart was broken.…
The Old Road is Rapidly Ageing
Fifty years ago a young man by the name of Robert Zimmerman took a song to Studio A in New…