This short story was previously published in Texas Writers Journal – 1st Quarter, January 2015. I have also previously posted an excerpt of this one.…
Never wage war with a poet she will mire you in collective nouns a scourge of spiders scampering about alliteration of anger cacophony of screams…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope sweaty, gritty hands how many this…
Behold…. the night larks take flight scan the barren sky abruptly they fly under the cover of darkness beyond fear or fright night birds head…
I arrive finding you waiting on the steps your eyes smile at me my heart skates you stand and walk toward me I’ve waited a…
In the sudden, sultry stickiness that is the South walking down Maple Street weather like pea soup awaiting change Christmas carols have faded out reaching…
Perchance when the story comes it will be too large to tell melting into uncharted oblivion smirking like a wayward imp melancholy writer laboring chasing…
A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
Girl with the you-can’t-make-me swagger muttering defiances from a sour tongue a mouth formed to mask disappointment a handful of toughness to cover your shattered…
My friend The Count has asked for my advice He wants a makeover to improve his social life We could begin with his wardrobe those…