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Caffeinated Railroad Tracks

Shamans lay lateral girders—ties, tar, sand, stick  mark time pass as tracks clack, clack, an errant ping! Clack, clack, clack  Sledgehammer.  Threaded, iron throat threatened His distinguished plains Waves of fruited plans Gravity’s greed decrees real zeal for myutterandcompletefuckingjuicespigshitspillage measured in Grams:  2. Crunching under a blood-dusting crush Employees, bleeding knees on the street JuicyContinue reading “Caffeinated Railroad Tracks”

Dead in a Dump Somewhere

Eddie Yettian was dead, maybe. You could never tell with that guy. He was always getting lost,  going missing. Living on the existential precipice, as it were. He didn’t feel alive unless he was on the precarious edge of death.  He always came back, though. Bedraggled, quieted, neutered or haunted, but back. And he alwaysContinue reading “Dead in a Dump Somewhere”

The Total Package

She was straightforward and told me I had “zero charisma.” She didn’t mince words. She insisted—with venomous emphasis—that I was boring and had nothing of value to offer. She compared me to a dead mime and because she refused to explain the analogy, I had no rebuttal.  She pulled no punches, my Lois. Really gaveContinue reading “The Total Package”

There Is a Can of Red Paint

in the kitchen. The can of red paint is on the floor. In the middle of the kitchen. The can is sealed shut. It is essentially a brand-new can. Full, anyway. The floor of the kitchen is covered with old floating linoleum. It is patterned, and cheap. The pattern is composed of blue and greenContinue reading “There Is a Can of Red Paint”

Incense and Peppermints

Tommy remained in bed, determined to enjoy the morning. Incense and Peppermints played on the radio again. Tommy liked the song okay but they played it way too much. He preferred stuff with a darker, harder edge. Purple Haze was a way better song. Light My Fire too. But at least The Strawberry Alarm ClockContinue reading “Incense and Peppermints”

Stab Wounds Everywhere

Lillian The caustic rain of lacerations began as soon as Lillian burst awake at six am. The memory of that morning’s coffee would wound her two hours later. A baby in a stroller wounded her on the way to the bank. She tasted blood on her gums. A bus with mute, mutated faces in theContinue reading “Stab Wounds Everywhere”

A Cold Breakfast

I was young once and it lasted a good long mile. Like my grandfather before me. You may have heard of my grandfather, if you’re a true crime enthusiast. He became an infamous spree killer way back in 1957. His transition was sudden.  In 2003, some talentless hack cobbled together a short documentary on myContinue reading “A Cold Breakfast”

The Story of 8

Story of 8 “The teenager of the new generation grew up in a time of nerves. Newspapers screaming headlines of race riots, revolution, earthquakes. And back of it all: speed! Everyone rushing nowhere to get nowhere for no reason. Fast planes, fast cars. It’s a fast life, Inspector. It’s a whirlpool of speed and confusionContinue reading “The Story of 8”

Smothered Under Heavy Cement…

It took a silvery sliver of a second. I was only thirteen. It happened so long ago… Then why does it still weigh me down like a pair of gangster-style cement shoes?   The sudden snap of light startled me from my transition into sleep…. I’d been edging into the relief of a dream…and then myContinue reading “Smothered Under Heavy Cement…”