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”
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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”
Inspiration
I’m in a different city, sitting in a hotel room. There are six women in the room. They are talking and laughing and drinking wine. The TV is on and music fills the space around us. I sit at a small table, staring at blank pages. The women are purposely ignoring me. They respect my privacy.Continue reading “Inspiration”
Link Day One
At around ten thirty Link went ahead and lit a new cigarette. He could only smoke in the house after his grandmother went to bed. She went to bed every night at precisely nine o’clock and that’s when Link could smoke in the house. At nine o’clock Link could also watch his porn on theContinue reading “Link Day One”
Crumbling Asphalt 