Reaching in I pull out a tooth, a lead toy soldier, a map of chaos, smudged instructions. […]
creative writing
Tony was a garbage man who lived alone with a pair of cats above a bar and grill. […]
She has carefully washed her face and dressed for the day. She is attentive while I check her […]
carnival night carnival colored colored penny candy colored tattoos tattoos of hearts tattoos of anchors anchors to earth […]
Build the sunrise, go from one side to the other like eternal oscillating strangers wandering from bed to […]
these visitations prove weary on my lungs pointlessly betting three locks of hair and rusted pennies and an […]
“For me the noise of Time is not sad” Roland Barthes Gail and her best friend Judy […]
Is it narcissism alone that causes me to write, so often, about myself? Perhaps, to some degree (I […]
on the phone you ask who old lyrics were written for I say my writing is not literal […]
There’s still some neon left. Every night, a few old motels flash pinks and yellows and greens, but […]
