Shot down like a bullet

Shot down like a bullet.   There’s a girl in my shower two nights in a row now. She’s got great  big tits and she keeps screaming my name. Like a did something wrong. Every night she shoots me down like a bullet.   I wish I could get you out of here. I wish…

A Mug full of Muggling

The ticket stabber Wants to Make Friends.   Sitting swimming Mouths open, taking Starving Chirping for chips. Stuff your fucking mouths. There’s a mortal moment, everyone will know very intimately, whether it was worth it.   This shift is turning into a hostage crisis. We’re all going to die. I’m a shitty negotiator.    

The Unlucky

The Unlucky are discovered. Just in time. They do not go gentle into any night, or morning or day. Their bodies are covered. With hospital blankets and unpayable bills. All of you, the doctors will eventually get you. Then it’s ICU beds and hoses and waiting rooms. Loss of life, ahhhh, but first. Loss of…

Never trust

Never trust a man who wears a suit to the bar.    

The Dream

I dreamed I was on a dark stage, dancing to leilet hob And I woke up choking. Then the dream became a basement concert We were listening to Nick Cave. He crawled over the heads of the audience and right up the stairs I tried to follow, but spiders rained down on me and covered…

The Hostess Stand Stanzas

That smiling face… whether you deign to speak at it or not, there’s a thousand razor-sharp barbs behind those little teeth. Those dull little eyes hold a vocabulary that would surprise. Oh, shit, she’s capable of more than a, “Table for two?” Her mind wanders as your eyes rove- oh she’s got an opinion of…

Molly Malone

Molly Malone grew up in La Grange. She was a young lovely girl raised free-range. Until she was seventeen, and three men came to the farm at La Grange. But she felt no alarm even as they took away Dad and dear old Mom. Oh, and she did sing, Oh her voice did ring, Molly…

Beautifuland

Money lost is never money made.   Someone in Beautifuland was about to die. Breedj, a crystalline creature made of hexagons and pink diamond shapes, exhaled a sad, clattering sound and rested her pentagonal face in her diamond-tipped appendages. “Fhodrae means three or more of us. That word will soon have no application. Look at…

Quick review of Dark Moon

Dark Moon by Meredith Ann Pierce My rating: 5 of 5 stars Book two in the Firebringer trilogy reads great as a stand alone novel, but I’m now very interested in getting the other two books as I really enjoyed this one. This is a great story for anyone who loves books with unicorns and…

Still Life with Art…

All my rejected <FACEBOOKBOOK FRIENDLY NOW> that’s fit to blog! Based on an awkwardly true story of me sitting in the corner of a writer’s workshop dominated by women and attended by one very young man. Take what you will about the relationships and interactions between the artistically inclined sexes in this unapologetic, objective set…

surrounded by Men

Piece of incredibly short writing that didn’t make the finals of a contest. Hope you enjoy it, or don’t, more than they did. I thought it was rather clever.   Everyone dies in the blink of an eye. My mother died in a typical way. The method of murder, you see, was me.