The Masters of War had Ventriloquists

It wasn't even winter yet, as autumn held her ground. Weaker men were torn asunder as angels prevailed where blind men feared to speak. You could not fess up nor deny, those wild werewolf times  Where wolvens roamed the crest like crazy heathcliff Heather of Moorland Farms befriended the mysterious Maxine. Who wore clogs. A... Continue Reading →

Today in history 

I wake up thinking I miss those days as the now-wild parrots make their flight across the Pasadena sky. Then, with faint tv news in background, I think of the news those good old days held and how just like me, my parents went through the day with a great deal of anxiety. Now, to... Continue Reading →

He was aquatic  She, nomadic  Theirs, a Predestined affinity  for perishing Refer unsung heroes ever since  then, I knew mine was  a life  word bullons  crude  Contraband hush puppies  Heroin""""""(filled) burritos  Snuggling  so you don't  (to?) have sharp objects on you when your spouse  With That I think I'll  Preordained misery Already knew  Always,  that ... Continue Reading →

#Was it truly 

after all A little chilly  before the thaw  She called  He answered This was  just  there. the way  it was  As you were  far away  by the tine  We showed up Interactive narrative toss send off story  A girl and a boy Begin  The poem  a prelude 

mྂoྂrྂeྂ from Ojai, oh!

Then, shots were fired... Four dead in Ohio Matthew Matthews  takes a couple of steps forward in a nonaggressive manner, but that's not what Roland sees.

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”... Continue Reading →

Francesca’s Knees

Francesca's knees are bruised, from bashing into the car door-steering wheel combo as the Jehovah's Witness chased her to her father's Honda, a stoic vehicle in the Ohio snow. The other from the Icelandic Vodka, two brands, his girlfriend supplied in happier times. She wondered if she was technically a drunk if it was only... Continue Reading →

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: