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Can’t Find The Words
Can’t Find The Words How many poems have you read about rain? Christ, how many have I written about rain? Yet right now, as I stand in the garage As the rain is slapping the sidewalk The kind of rain that should cleanse The kind of rain that should free me of the dirt [Read More]
Down In It
Down In It That’s how life goes… Just when you think Prometheus took that holy fire Handed it to Vulcan to be forged into your soul From some godly steel stashed in the backroom of Olympus Yeah, right— Because at that moment When you think you are above it [Read More]
The Resurrection Of Trevor Evans
The Resurrection Of Trevor Evans Dusty sunlight sliced into the room, and across the top of the well worn oaken dining room table where it embraced the manuscript sitting at the far end. Detective Gianpaolo “Gino” Piccoli stood, hands buried in his wrinkled trench coat, [Read More]
The Death Of Trevor Evans
“…every one of your so called truths have been met with challenges; confrontations that were met with one of your seemingly adept codicils— amendments that served more to underlie the false foundations of your gospels than to support them. I am not a killer, [Read More]
Consumed
Consumed A fire burns in my belly Your breath is the bellows Your honey is like gasoline Blazing like a growing sun The ball is consuming me At light speed times two My seed flows like angry lava Every gasp threatens a fiery death Spewing napalm of growling devotion My eyes [Read More]
The Insidious Giant | WOTD | Ha-Ha
Toal generally entered his estate from the back of the property. Today was different. Today was the first really nice day since he moved out of the big city and into Small Town. Based on the weatherman’s prediction, he decided hiring a taxi for the trip to work— [Read More]
Three Weekends | WOTD | Bevel
The WOTD for March 12, 2013: Bevel… Three Weekends She was in my life a grand total of three weekends; all last summer. The first Friday night; she fell on Chancer’s Bar like a whirlwind. Full of stories grounded in exotic locales, dropping names we all felt [Read More]
The Tainted Umbrella | WOTD | Haberdashery
What follows also appears in the FaceBook group WOTD and was generated for Dictionary.com’s Word Of The Day for Sunday, March 10th, 2013. The Word was haberdashery. Every day, at nearly the exact time, the sky turned ashen and thick. Everything looked like it was part [Read More]
You Are What You Eat | 55 Word Flash Fiction
The Muse can be a queer bitch, as can be witnessed in the following 55 Word Flash Fiction piece that was inspired by a conversation with my dearest friend— who happens to be “re-upping” her Catholic beliefs… You Are What You Eat The Christian [Read More]
Tale Of The Sea Muse | Part VI |Progressive Fiction
The Tale Of The Sea Muse series can be found as it unfolds under the ‘Series’ tab on the EWN navigation bar. Tale Of The Sea Muse “Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit,” the lanky Swede said aloud. Then he thought, did I say ‘dammit’ four, or five [Read More]
The Conversation | Enough Of That Memoir
What follows is my answer to the That’s Enough Of That- Memoir Prompt. Traditionally, memoirs are accountings of events that take place years before the retelling, but this one tells a tale that was played out less than eight weeks ago… The Conversation [Read More]
This Side Of The Door | Poem
This Side Of The Door That knock out dope was a door Three weeks and twelve years to get there Pushed along the way by the heavy hand Diving through, never to look back Twenty-one days rushing to a cold bed People skating in and out and all around The twilight juice left me [Read More]
Enough Of That | Memoir Prompt
“That’s enough of that…” Limits— buttons pushed, levers pulled, camels backs broken, someone standing on that last nerve. Was it someone tapping a pencil incessantly? Or maybe the sun was shining on your face as you were trying to sleep one off? Could [Read More]
The Rain | Poem
The Rain Like this one Doesn’t seem to know When it’s done When it’s time to go Way too wet Excessively so Much gray to fret When it’s time to go [Read More]
Tale Of The Sea Muse | Part V | Progressive Fiction
Read the entire Tale Of The Sea Muse as it unfolds here. Enjoy! Tale Of The Sea Muse Charlie dreamed twice that night. The first was a familiar dream, one that always ended with him waking and biting back tears; tears he tried to hide from even himself. Every so often, [Read More]
The Me Me of Memoirs | Memoir prompts
In his autobiography, Last Words: A Memoir, George Carlin poked a bit of fun at the word memoir by saying it seemed pretentious in the fact that the word could be broken down to mean me-moi (okay, pardon my French). And in the hands of a mastermind like Carlin, a convincing [Read More]
Tale Of The Sea Muse | Part IV | Progressive Fiction
Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) Erin was sitting up, holding a tin cup of fresh water just outside of her lips, the hot sun tried to find its way to her as the Sea Muse gently rolled with the calm water, “And you, Love?” How bad?” “I’m sure Neptune’s [Read More]
The Vault | Another Failed Contest Entry
The flashing red lights on the control panel told him/her something wasn’t quite right… was the prompt for a recent fiction writing contest at Storiad. The entries were to begin with the prompt and to exceed a 500 word count. As usual- I didn’t fare well. [Read More]
Tale Of The Sea Muse | Part III | Progressive Fiction
The The Of the Sea Muse is now listed in the site navigation under the Series tab. Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) “Abram. Abram Wolf.” I stood with my back to the ocean, casting my shadow over her so she wouldn’t have to squint, or cover those gorgeous blue [Read More]
Tale Of The Sea Muse | Part II | Progressive Fiction
It has been a few weeks since Sea Muse I was published to launch Sea Muse Sunday. Tonight I will attempt to erase that discretion by publishing two installments of the story my muse keeps feeding me one delicious morsel at a time. Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) …With [Read More]
