The School Bus of Life
Poem Seeing all the tired people On their small smartphones Never feeling that they are Alone in their bones Crowded morning looking sunny Light is moving sweet and bright Hoping that their Tuesday...
Category: Short Story
Talk 19 – Still Life
Serial Fiction They seem hungry. They are always hungry. Yesterday I fed them two feet of salami and their bellies were about to burst. When they smell food they are your kindest friends. The...
I Am Not a Sailor
Short Story I want to be a sailor. They get to see the world and meet new people. They ride in big boats and have friends everywhere. Sailors get respect. And aren’t laughed...
Remains of the Day
when you look back at a dark hour and ask yourself what have you accomplished today what do you say? rivers, mountains, suns reflections in the water sea of echoes… is that it? no,...
Clickity-Clack
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Talk 18 – Peace, No
Serial Fiction So how is he? Why don’t you white folks enjoy the ride for once and let the news show itself when its needed? Why do you always want to know the future?...
