Ode to Bacon
Art Poem Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...
Tagged: death
Animal Dilemmas – Flying Fox Wild Ass
Short Story The Wild Ass ran through the tall grass high on adrenalin. So extreme was the melange of mind clouding body chemicals that the Ass did not feel the pain sourcing from...
Everything Changes
Short Story The school bell rang and Shani was the first out of the door. A carefree and clumsy girl, she careened over the startlingly green hills with her arms outstretched like an...
Psycho – Through The Eyes Of The Killer
Short Story As the last few diminishing rays of sun swept over the dusty Syrian village of Saidnaya, two young children, a brother and a sister, played in the dirt, attempting to catch...
Reunion of Death – Part One
Serial Story Chapter 1 “Honey, I thought the point of moving back to your hometown was to get back in touch with your roots.” -“Excuse me? You are the one who insisted we move...
Freak – Part Six
Serial Fiction “Do you think we should help him?” “Nah, its just that kid from third hour — you know the one. He’s always staring at you.” “I know … but he just seems...
Animal Dilemmas – Jerboa Coyote
Short Story The Coyote did not have a plan. It had been fed in captivity for so long that thinking ahead for itself was completely eliminated from its mind. When it ran out from...
The Lady on the Floor
Poem It happened suddenly like a painful unpredictable sunshine in your eyes the sight of the body with uncovered arms and breathless mouth she was lying still on the concrete an immense beauty...
Cups with Coriander: Affogato
Serial Fiction Story The next day I got up early and went for a run. This was new for me; Cori was the runner. Sleek and stunning, she wore athletic gear the way...
Personal Paschal Mystery
Haibun Poem You took your last breath. You, the Life, died. Where you could never be, you went. Death, through yours, becomes the door to life. My cousin, who could sit still no...
Piece of Nothing
Poem The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...
The Glass Room and the Mirror
Short Story Tom was killed a year and three days ago. We didn’t do anything for the anniversary, at least I didn’t. His family probably did. We were at a party and he...
