I smoked all day, causing silver cloud halos to form in the sunlit corners of the room. Thin tendrils of haze shape-shifted along the ceiling like translucent spider webs lightly lilting on an easy breeze. At hand, the ashtray filled up almost as qui
I saw my neighbor on the street with what looked to be a small plush toy dog nestled next to his foot, its tiny head fluffy and white like a dandelion. As I approached, the dandelion suddenly tilted and scooted toward me as if on tiny wheels, then ab
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Hallowed summer morning with the wild grass whispering under the touch of a gentle breeze. Rye grass and foxtail, Yorkshire fog and false oat sing to the meadowsweet and purple loosestrife, its hypnotic, lilting s
The early afternoon sun burns through the curtain, slow cooks the simmering throb in my head. Reaching past the near empty Jim Beam, I grab a pack of smokes from the side table. The bed sheets are a mess as is the woman next to me wrapped in a tangle
That flash that crossed the sky about an hour ago: it bombed on Twitter. It didn’t take long for my computer to crash but luckily, I was able to get some additional info from my iPhone before it too went black. Seems some arid sandbox on the other si
It’s in the eyes; in the posture and the question behind the statement.
Not sure if they’re getting it right… because there is a way to get it right; if only they could figure it out.
They stand, not occupying the sp
Sonya say new girl bring her own music. I shit-can idea right then and there. My club have three tings my customer want: the tits, the puss, the tall cold ones. I tell Sonya to tell new girl she need only be concern with first two. Leave music to me.
The big guy drops into my cab midway up Acheron. I’m thinking he’s drunk ‘cause he don’t look so good, his body ripped like a North-End bus seat, all nooks and crannies in oiled leather and he’s babbling on and on with a full mouth of grumble, expla
Rounding the high curve along the front beach access, I come upon it. There are perhaps fifty cars, stopped dead in traffic, more on the opposite side of the double yellow disappearing east. The occupants are abandoning them, running toward
You can see it in the old man’s eyes. There’s no faltering there, no twitch of uncertainty. Zeb calls it, ‘the knowing’. It’s a certainty from God, a soul believer of Truth, there can be no wrong if you truly believe. I sneer at the term, I mean, who
Judgment reminds me that my first sentence was the worst; it had me locked up for two days due to some bad decisions and language and my punishment was to write out ten times - I will not say ‘What the f**k!’ I will not say ‘What the f**k!’ I will no
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