As I slowed to make the corner, I saw my wife in the turn lane headed in the opposite direction. Each of us had our window rolled down, so we waved vigorously at one another as we’d not seen each other in the past 12-hours. “I love you!” I shouted as I sped up to … Continue reading Lost in Transportation
moon moves in phase to return in full again healing takes time
Here's 'Bottom of the Stairs, Part 1...' More sensitive than those around her She states questioningly, "Hallelujah?" That is not what it screams, cries, pleads." "I wanna hurt you!" she proclaims, "That is what the thing you call a woman Shouts from the bottom of those stairs." Blood in the room suddenly runs cold.
Ding. It was Reuben's smartphone announcing that as an Uber driver, he had a guest to pick up at Second and Arlington, in front of the church on the corner. Within seven-minutes he pulled up in front of the steps leading to the large double doors of the cathedral. Standing to the left of the … Continue reading Not in the Habit
He had this weird habit: Being himself -- all the time Therefore... Not everyone liked him And he could care less And he couldn't care more
Bed and pillows Notebook and pen Dogs Hot coffee
Peggy Sue Gensaw was born in Crescent City, California on April 26th, 1958 and raised in Klamath, California. A proud member of the Yurok Tribe, she passed away on October 11, 2019 following complications from surgery. Peggy Sue graduated from Margaret Keating Elementary in Klamath, Del Norte High School in Crescent City in 1976, where … Continue reading Peggy Sue Gensaw, 1958-2019
Between sleep and working 60-hours a week, I haven't had the time to edit what stories I've already written. This is not to say that I'm not writing. I carry my trusty notebook with me to work every evening and throughout the night I jot down my inspirations into words. I have written six short … Continue reading A Quickie
Lamont sat quietly at the bar, nursing his bottle of beer. The place was busy and noisy, with one group clacking pool balls around the green felt table and another torturing a karaoke machine. He had been busy noticing an attractive redhead in the far corner when he suddenly realized someone had taken the bar … Continue reading Space Intruder
She sings glory hallelujah at the bottom of the stairs She screams hallelujah, standing slightly out of sight She glides ‘round the corner, misty vapor in the airs She calls hallelujah, and those willing, hear her spirit She cries glory hallelujah at the bottom of the stairs.
Blue eight-wheeled Brute. Catches what filth the world offers. Seen but not noticed. Setting in the corner, out of the way. It will not stock its prey. Instead, it waits, it waits. And the world will come to it. We think we're the top of the food-chain. Human-kind is so easily outsmarted. Such foreknowledge in … Continue reading The Rubber Maid
Is 'buttcheeks' one word, or should I spread them apart?
"I have your back," she said in supposed support of him. She was also holding a large bladed knife high over her head as he walked away.
He bares the weight of the world It shows in his sagged shoulders Oppressing, compressing, depressing And it is neither a good feeling Nor a good look To throw it off would mean: great violence A struggle he’d surely lose For his burden is stitched Seamlessly to his bones Like voluminous, leathery wings Blackbird to … Continue reading O-C-D
Such a tiny woman, such a huge handbag! She dug and dug through the bottomless pit, Finally finding what she sought: A pack of smokes. Then she tamped the pack down. Hand to palm, hand to palm, A certain kind of violent precision, Pounding all twenty into submission. Then she tore at the wrapping. Placing … Continue reading Nicotine Fit
The difference between religion and faith comes down to the words 'done' and 'do.'
Two ships passing in the night. Sounds so romantic. She sped north. He sped south. Each flew by the other. Not even a chance to wave. Her home bound. Him work bound. A modern equivalent.
Let Lucy have her sky Filled with inky blackness She gave up on life Outright surrendered She forgot And will never remember We are the diamonds Under pressure Lumps of coal Shit squeezed from us Until perfection Needling ones self Is such bullshit A crushing outcome
The engine to the truck slowed to an idle as he pushed down on the clutch. He let the clunker coast down the slight hill, before pulling to a stop under the orangish glow of a modern street light. He missed the old mercury vapor lamps. But then -- he was missing a lot of … Continue reading Transmission
My socks are new, my shoes are worn-out, like my spirit and body. I’m an honest asshole, you've learned this, knowing I come by it naturally. So should this offend you, you'll hate me, when in truth: It's you that you don't like and perhaps even hate! My job as your honest asshole is done, … Continue reading New Socks
Three known copies, an unholy Trinity, are all that exist of the vile Bei’myu-seh Bor’aan, written by Rabbinical scholar and Ashkenazic Jew, Abdiel Hoenig, who secretly rejected his natural-born faith, instead choosing to worship the cosmic entity, he knew as Zaa-q'ran. The ancient 200-page document he penned and hand-painted, predates the enigmatic Voynich manuscript by … Continue reading History of the Bei’myu-seh Bor’aan
Baseball analogies, euphemisms and the game itself have always been favorites of mine, but I hardly ever get the chance to use them in my writing. So, even though they have nothing to do with what I’m sharing at the moment, I decided to use baseball pitching terms in my header. Anyway, I first must … Continue reading Knuckle Ball into a Change up…Strike!
Beyond the mystical hills of the Pine Mountains of Douglas and Lyon Counties, Nevada roam a strange band of now-wild ponies. Shiny and crass of color, they can only be glimpsed under the cover of darkness and then only when the gibbous moon shines across the barren and open landscape. Once the delight of a … Continue reading For a Final Spin
where trees are sexual and aspen drops her leaves pine is aroused
Soon the underground cathedral was empty save for the wafting smoke from the burnt gunpowder and the five dead men lay on the floor of the place. Howard, deafened and blinded from the blast of his Colt’s muzzle, sat paralyzed, waiting and praying for his senses to return to to him before the horde returned … Continue reading Darkness of Sun Mountain (Part 5)
In the gloomy darkness, moved dwarf-like humanoid creatures, skulls peaked and flattened on the sides, with no ear holes, and reptilian eyes, large and round, and protruding jaws with two pointed fangs. Their hands and feet appeared unnaturally sinuous; bodies – if one may call it that – were unclothed, and possessed of a whitish … Continue reading Darkness of Sun Mountain (Part 4)
From where Howard stood he could tell that the night would be a fairly slow one as it was the middle of the week and most men had used up what money they had at the beginning of the week. He set off back up the hillside, retracing his steps along the dark path that … Continue reading Darkness of Sun Mountain (Part 3)
The church mouse to the field mouse: “Can I talk to you about cheeses?”
As the years passed, the cho’er-ja koe’kro became less dependent on the outside world, developing ways of growing and gathering food from the Earth’s interior. Meanwhile, their bodies adapted to the dark: to change physically, becoming more bestial, shunning sunlight. Far below the budding mining town, and hidden within Six-Mile Valley by the eons of … Continue reading Darkness of Sun Mountain (Part 2)