Category: Creative Writing
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King of Dropolis
An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me, well meI don’t really even know where I am, who I am, why I amsome windy, flattened palaceof stone and glass and flickering neonand I a statue filled with blood and painrolling through my nightmares Read more
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 2
He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way the light was shining down on it. He craned his neck up to look at the ivory disk and then he just started to scream like an animal. Read more
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Weird Upstairs Walking Guy
There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi – until today he looked disheveled and bruisedhair all a musstoting a bank bag full of moneyand I’m wondering what all the walking is forfloor to floorhe walks and walkstill a quarter to four Is Read more
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The Crowns of Pluto (3.)
The girl’s eyes were wide and colored green like an emerald. I could taste her shock and fear. It was thick in the air. I noticed a broken a jar of olives on the floor, the juice trickling out and puddling. Read more
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The Marbles of God
I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of quiltswhite and silk tapestries of insect threadjungle creatures with big, black eyesand I looked to the skyovercast and clouds a boilingthe wind blew through the treetopsknocking the leftover rains from their leavesthe brush as thickas Read more
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Red Star, Blue Plate
Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke. Read more
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Zoo Candles
Excerpt: The hum of existence rides like trains on rails, the gentle rock, the hypnotic sway through a countryside of rolling green and small villages, mountains and curving streams, lapis lazuli skies above Nepal. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (Low and High)
I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on the edge looking down at the slowly swirling brown water. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 