Creative Writing
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Fine Meats
A cool, wet street The sound of tires splashing through the rain One lone car up the road, toward the hill, and the gray church that stands there at the top like some great Lord of life, overlooking the world Neon glowing, gold and red, reflecting A butcher shop on the sidewalk Fine Meats it… Continue reading
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Last Light
I miss winter’s dusk How the last of the cold lemon sun Lays down its rays like a blanket upon the barren crop field The lights are already on In the few scattered houses of stone and dark rooftops Inviting and warm Wood smoke swirls out from the chimneys The barren trees stand like crooked… Continue reading
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Coffee In a Coffin
They even had a Keurig on his crotch At the funeral Where someone thought it would be special To set up a small buffet on the deceased’s body In the coffin A glass bowl of pickled beets with a serving spoon Rested in his dead-blue hands Potato salad balanced on his face A platter of… Continue reading
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The Forever Fly
A Mach One goblin of green by the name of Edward Groovy sits in a city diner and looks out at the rain as he thinks about loneliness and all the fragments of his life. There were the days when he installed carpet, drank on the job, daydreamed of faraway places that can only be… Continue reading
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The Green Brick Road
Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the stage is green. The audience whispers of ghost sightings and Christmas cookies on a white plate with a red and green design. A glass of milk gently shakes; a ripple forms across the top of… Continue reading
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Amsterdam Man
Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train station has a blue hue Blue hearts straining, loving, pounding Memories of Mafia at the edge of my mind I look down at the ticket Amsterdam The windmills and flowers woosh by As the train… Continue reading
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Depressed Machines (Part Three)
Then appears in low dramatic light: A TV screen of liquid green. The sprawling appendages of a tree in a heavy pot. A couch. A coffee table. A chair. An end table with a stack of books and a lamp spewing soft, minty light. Windows with white curtains. And in this room there the white… Continue reading
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Depressed Machines (Part Two)
They sit atop a high and grassy hill of polished green that looks down upon a simple valley with a few scattered buildings and a small river running through. A blade of sunlight reflects against the water and engulfs everything in a sparkling veil. Billy Halls passes her the joint they are smoking. She takes… Continue reading
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Acid Gnomes
A lemon-yellow sun god sits on a rock on a moon of Saturn. Legs crossed, eyes closed. He manifests the destruction of Earth, the riot planet, the asylum zoo and fever razor swallow ship. All the depressed machines, better known as human beings, swallow pills and cry and wallow in a dark blue sky. Peppercorn… Continue reading
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The Trick
It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces the air, and she goes to move it away. She sighs, readies her tea cup, and pours in the hot water. As it steeps on a cold Halloween morning, she moves the window curtain aside… Continue reading
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