Stupid Rabbit - a dark fable. *short story*
Stupid Rabbit They all knew about the leg-hold traps. Humans came every day to set them. Sometimes a fox was stuck in the jaws, but other animals got trapped too, like raccoons, wild cats and wolverines. The humans didn't care what they caught, but...
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
*Poem* I Have to Start This Way
I HAVE TO START THIS WAY SO THE SENTENCE DOESN'T RUN ON OR ESCAPE (FROM HERE) AND FLY INTO YOUR EYES OR TURN AROUND AND ERASE ITSELF OR FALL RIGHT THROUGH (LIKE HERE) AND CONTINUE ON THE BACK OF THE PAGE OR IN EIGHT YEARS. BUT ONLY THE BACK OF...
Cry Me a Murder, Part III - a Strange Crunching Underfoot
**A Strange Crunching Underfoot** _Previously: In that moment, a loud scream rang out from somewhere inside the hotel, and we froze mid-sentence. It was a man__'s voice, but it wasn't the howl of a human in agony, or a desperate wail of sorrow; It...
PARALYSIS
 WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT IS THE TOTAL PARALYSIS WHEN ALL POSSIBLE RESOURCES ARE IN USE AT THE SAME TIME, AND NONE ARE ALLOWED TO BE MORE THAN JUST BEING...
One Dot Below the I (#5)
THIS RULE YOU'RE SITTING HERE LISTENING ONLY TO YOUR INNER COLLISIONS YOU'VE GONE TO THE MOVIES WITHIN YOURSELF MAN! WAKE UP YOUR LOVE IS ON HER WAY TO YOU IN SIXTEEN AMBULANCES WHILE YOU DANGLE FROM A STRAND LIKE YOUR ALTERNATE I IS...
One Dot Below the I (#4)
I'LL BEGIN THIS POEM A SHORT DISTANCE FROM HERE POEM ONLY A MINUTE OR SO BEFORE YOU CAME IN POEM YOU THOUGHT TOO LONG ABOUT IT AND YOU MISSED POEM THE FIRST LINES TOO BAD, THAT WAS THE BEST POEM AND HALFWAYS YOU THINK (POEM) "THAT WAS EASIER THAN...
Pretty Stories for Ugly Children #3
HE HATES HIS WIFE SHE GOES SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES TOO YOUNG FOR HER AGE RIDICULOUS SHE'S PAST 50 AND PALE ORANGE-PEEL SKIN WITH FAT ROLLS AROUND HER BELLY HE WATCHES YOUTHS GO BY SHE SQUEEZES HER WINE GLASS INTO THE SAND I'LL BE BACK IN A...
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
If Lester Finch had known he would be a corpse by lunch, he would have bought himself a pastrami sandwich. But he shuffled past the Jewish deli, ignored the German bakery and paid no notice to the French Patisserie. Far from being a food nationalist,...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
_Terminated?_ I was one grade away from being targeted for termination by the MI-16. I had already killed three MI-16 agents, and if the MI-16 decided I was to blame for the death of Jack Tell, they would come screaming at me, like a battalion of...
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
The corpse of Mr. Tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of Ted Jones, was all over the kitchen floor. Like agent Phelps before him, Ted Jones had been torn to shreds. Deep claw marks ran from his torn throat to his open abdomen that was now...
Cry Me a Murder (part seven): Only a Scream Away.
Hotel Kisanti was without electricity. The lights were out, the whooshing of the ceiling fans slowed and rattled like the exhale of a dying man. The industrial freezers thawed, endangering the shelf-lives of a thousand dollars' worth of ice cream. The...