Death and Life – Page 2 – cereal after sex

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.

Bread Storm

There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into… Read more.

When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away …… Read more.

I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack,… Read more.

A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city… Read more.

The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to… Read more.

These nerves are voiceferous and restless, like a baby with Batman, a highball hangman, make them speak, red walls with… Read more.

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.

A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line… Read more.

Inside the Camaro Saloon, Arno got caught up in an uneasy game of poker with a scroungy bunch of other… Read more.

The man in the red jacket pressed the button. The next thing he knew, he was standing at a salad… Read more.

“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.