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Doggone

Short Story Our drive to the lookout point has been rather unsettling for me. We must’ve driven this trip a hundred times when we were first dating. I remember, we had nicknamed it our...

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Small Vein

Poem   Love and then all else Or the ashes, the ashes that Go with taking things to heart One way Handsome looks skew the point Or maybe help it all go someplace I...

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Undress

Poem Oh boy… We have come to this Weather a rose down to its thorns You see something hidden in the lush Notes of the petal’s scent Sharp pain a secondhand prize Awarded to...

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Save the Kiss for Last

Surreal Poetry A hungry man will never turn away from distractions inviting him to feel full In that way, survival takes on a thrusting Tint serious only regarding a palm’s distance away from the...

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Renewed Intimacy

Haibun My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower lumbar. Our lips meeting in our kiss. Our...

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Experiment – Left Eye Operation

The muscles around this eye cause the last thing to be said to come out as a question mark – the lazy visit the pupils dole out to the corners of the sockets (the...

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Coasting – Part Ten (Final)

Short Story   Von shredded some cheese, added it on top of the eggs and turned the stove down low. He retightened his towel and walked into the bedroom to check on Darren. He...

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Coasting – Part Nine

Short Story Things started to blur. The next moment they were all in his bedroom. Blink. The next, Darren was in only his underwear and Milly was working on removing that. Von looked down...

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Coasting – Part Eight

Serial Fiction Milly was on the bus, talking to her mother on the phone and just as she hung up, her phone vibrated. It was Monday and she hadn’t heard from Von since that...

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Coasting – Part Seven

Sunday afternoon Von sat in the back corner of the coffeehouse, watching the ships in the harbor bob up and down with the tide. He was dressed presentably, with his glasses (which he rarely...