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Gothicarus: Part IX – Mantra
“Ever awake, I must remain Ever vigilant, sharp, and pure. Able to make a firm assay Of the energy in my sphere. Never alone with temptation, Never indulge with thought or flesh The dread...
Adult Recess
Haibun I watch gray cumulus gather. Listen to cicadas, the workers laboring on my neighbor’s house — their chainsaws buzzing, cutting. And the ever-present drone of perpetual traffic on the New York State Thruway....
Forget My Name
Poem Focus on the mountains ahead, Forget the pain behind. I need to stop turning in circles And just stop: Stop hitting replay on this sting, Stop thinking And just set out. So I...
For Closure
Short Story The fireworks went off every year about ten blocks away from our house. None of the neighborhood was too tall, so we could watch them from our windows. Dad said we couldn’t...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer – Part Four – The Brewer 27
Serial Fiction The Brewer was grateful to God or the Devil (whoever was in charge of that bullet) that Meko didn’t shoot him in the face. Because wounds stay with you. He had seen...
The Human Comedy: Surprise on the Subway
Short Story Today was the day. Oh, yes — today, he was going to do it! For seven years he had conducted their C train. Seven long years on that same, rat-infested track. Rush hours,...
Gothicarus: Part VIII – A Timid Spring
Serial Poem When the white came down, it was searing. Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared. She was terrified; she was intrigued Was it possible the doom had cleared? Desperation knows not to caution, Bid oneself...
Route 10 (a fiction snippet trilogy)
Travel Fiction ROUTE 10 WEST TEXAS Last time I was here I was with my closest friends in a band, deciding on a whim to head southwest on this exit to find Marfa, Texas....
Levitate At Night
Poem Feeling washed up, waking up to another dark day. Bright nights still playing in my heart and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the same upstart to partake in rough parks,...
From the View of a Stranger
Poem These buildings are my old friends These smells of warm rice and cool mist Are my family It’s a different city here It feels so far removed So many memories Like a heartbreak...
