The sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown. The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it. I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit. My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating. I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside. A bit drips…
Read more#Write everyday – no excuses
Here I am writing a blog post between sets on my phone. So what’s your excuse? Whatever your excuse, I understand, truly, no judgement. For the last twenty years, I’ve had more excuses than actual time writing. I did manage to squeak out a couple of novels, some poetry and short stories, but the real…
Read moreOpen Your Eyes
Smell the chalk And stick out your tongue, Taste the exhaust. Feel the spiders crawling up your skin. Listen to the shrill screams. You can change it, or it can change you.
Read moreHow to Keep Peace
She takes your dreams, Steals your time, Makes you mad, Bloody irrational. She’ll take your health, Then your life. Breathe. In, she’s translucent. Out, she’s transparent. Breathe. She’s gone. She whispers in your ear. Breathe. In. Out.
Read moreReset Button
I sometimes need a little button. A little button on the back of my head. I would reach back there, Fiddling around though my hair, Screwing my fingers around. I would press it once, nothing. Twice, nothing. Three times! No stress, warm sand between my toes. No routine, the taste of ocean salt on the…
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A Powerful Disagreement
I sat there, alone in my board room, looking out into the grey city. It’s a city that I once loved, more than anyone or anything. I loved this grey cold beast. The more I schemed, lied, cheated, stole, the more I gave in to my darkest side, the more the beast gave back to…
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We Might Have Already Met the Murderer – Chapter 28
After following my phone’s GPS like a subservient slave to my master of technology, Stain and I are taken to the apartment building directly across from the bank that Lily got shot in. Stain looks angry, fiercely angry. I’ve seen him sad, frustrated, happy, and just about any other range of emotion a man is…
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Taking a Shirt – Chapter 27
We walk into a shop called Taking a Shirt, which I imagine people think is cleverly named. Their logo is a man squatting with a balled up shirt on the ground under him. Inside, I hear Candy Shop playing, that old 50 Cent hit. Behind the cash is a very muscular Latino man. He looks…
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It’s Just Garbage – Chapter 26
Stain looks at me perplexed while we walk, slowly, much slower than usual, and he says: “aren’t we always walking.” “Yeah, sure. We’re always walking.” “What does it mean?” he asks. “Walking? It doesn’t mean anything. We just walk a lot because we like to.” “No. What we’re doing. What does it mean?” he asks….
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Squawk Loudly Like a Chicken – Chapter 25
I arrive at the bank to see Frank, Ben, and Stain, all standing around in a high school sort of circle. They haven’t noticed me yet, so I walk up behind Ben, give her the two handed kidney grab and squawk loudly like a chicken. Ben jumps, almost out of her skin then turns around…
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