it didn’t leave its name

The thing that watches keeps chewing the air. The sound of its voice is like the husky clatter of corn stalks in the late fall – hungry. Hungry and damned.

coffee cups

I like coffee cups.  The woman (rest her soul) who used to live here collected salt and pepper shakers.  We walked into the house on the first day that it was ours – empty, filled only with sunlight and shadows... Continue Reading →

letter to a friend

...freight for the atmosphere...

on rough drafts

I will not mow the lawn. Not today.

sol roth or california death ranch

Garner – all bone and sinew, an easy smile and tired eyes – had leaned out his window (maybe just to get air) and then (all bone and sinew) caught momentary flight...

there's a third person in this story

The gutter is stained with lives...

to be an island island that, itself, was here.

river monster

"There's blood in the water all over the place around here," Clem told me.

Zoltar told me it would be so

...the paper itself will come apart, will dis-integrate, will allow itself to let go of itself, each piece becoming a new entity apart from the whole.

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