I could hear the sliding of old, heavy, red curtains dragging in the distance. Maybe it was a dream I had as a child and my subconscious decided to play some fragments of its soundtrack. She was droning on and I kept chasing that feeling, that sound, delving downward into an uncertain state of mind….
He wondered without worry, without doubt, for his efforts were fruitful, his love was latently lurid and lugubrious despite the fierce wanton the world around him, in the carnage of that contrast, had reminded him of. Recollections of ostentatious shortcomings plagued his brain as grey-blue birds plummeted and zipped to the left of the horizon—disappearing…
She took one lengthy deep drag from her cigarette as the cold biting breeze disheveled her long, dirty-blonde hair, and she held her breath as lifeless beaten newspaper pages rolled past her pastel-pink scuffed up Louboutins. As she removed the hair from her mouth and face, she noticed her bitten, black paint-chipped finger nails reflected…
The dull night drive through downtown streets thrusted sidewinding memories of melancholic moments; old lovers giggling by candlelight, conversations in hot showers, tender was their touch, lips shaped like breaking and rearranging hearts, distant stares that spoke volumes with their vacancy, and I lived as a man engaged with fickle fiancées, a murderer in the…
Act I – Your Word I love playing baseball. As a kid I joined local leagues and had a blast riding my bike across town to play. I lived in a very small LDS community at the time and it was safe to…
The church bell could be heard in the hazy day distance as her right toe pressed against the pillar of her porch while she rocked herself slowly, gently. Back arched and arms hanging lifeless. Her thin pastel-peach summer dress slightly swung in the summer morning breeze and caressed the faded-white wooden deck; the print on…
“My fellow Americans…As your very handsome and capable President, I hereby have some groundbreaking news to share with you this beautiful and blessed morning. Play the music, will you, darling,” he said as a tall skinny blonde in faux Fendi pointed a remote control to the corner of the room behind him, and Beethoven’s Piano…
The matriarch was ushered in by a band of utter morons, as usual. The domicile, which she so humbly decided to speak, was a desirous locale centered amongst the beleaguered and the bourgeoisie, dull as exposed brick and banal the likes of exfoliating femmes. Disparagingly, she delved into the drivel that so often fed the…
“Look at me. Don’t look away…there…see this…in my eyes…do you recognize it?” ”I don’t—please just let me go, I don’t know you. I don’t know why you’re doing this. Will you please just let me go, please? I swear to you on everything I hold sacred, I won’t tell anyone. I promise!” She blubbered through…
Sixty-seven fucking years old and still sulking severely at the surreality of life. I lost the woman I loved on a beach near a crude cliff dive called Careone’s in South Padre Island. My mother’s wedding band was in my trousers twirling between the fingers of my right hand as I walked towards the waves…
