Tag Archives: Literary
Consort of angels, intimacies unfettered– split man between worlds. Advertisements
I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading
I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero. We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading
One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.
Keys to the kingdom, one graceful peck at a time– No wings required.
Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.
Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?
Portrait of a gaze, fixed to a remote star, caving– Form follows distance.
Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.
By cyclical turns, opiate visions seal clouds– Siren’s acid reign.