Short Fiction
If Sheep Could Only Talk
If Sheep Could Only Talk Who knows where the sheep go at night? …
Poetry
She Plays
She Plays she plays with him until he breaks no problem for her she’ll just ge…
Poetry
Follow Your Art
Follow Your Art follow your heart they say new age hallmark drivel I s…
Poetry
lost causes
lost causes wind whips fighters into flagellants then into scarecrows …
Poetry
hope, true & false
hope, true & false the hype is hope is light, that it soars &am…
Short Fiction
Scribbles
Scribbles The back door was open and Eve slid in unnoticed. She…
Short Fiction
Family Radio
Family Radio Jessica sat in the last row of the ugliest van her p…
Poetry
Scattered Thoughts
Scattered Thoughts To Wlodzimierz Szpinger In the …
Poetry
I Wait for Rain
I Wait for Rain I walk the dog I read I watc…
Poetry
Over a Limerence
Over a Limerence Her eyebrows the form of an arch The telltale tr…
Poetry
Eavesdropping Through an Office Window
Eavesdropping Through an Office Window For in depth enlightenmen…
Short Fiction
The Room
The Room In the middle of an empty room sits an old man. His h…
Short Fiction
Hothouse Resurrection
Hothouse Resurrection “I understand you prefer not to show …
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