Fiction
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Desolation Ra
Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the wall Desolation speaks in whispers The hour where time stands still The sun is an orange disc like Ra Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon Sipping darker colors moment to moment Until night finally falls 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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Cliff Ass
He goes into his bedroom, crawls into the bed, and takes a nap. There is a dream of a rigid street, a neon and black hotel bar with a large window gazing out onto the world, the lighted stage, all the unreal. He’s the only one there for now. The pumped-in music is instrumental and… 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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Sanka in Space
Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big yard of summer green, the glass orb on its pedestal surrounded by flowers and a garden of carrots and cabbage and long green beans … the rabbit war machines with glossy eyes looking upward at… Continue reading
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Velour Beans
Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn. The remnant war bombs in the wet, green Earth cornered him into a basket of worry and long-lost wonder. Code name bath and bask and the tribulations of mind grains… The gongs in the hills… Continue reading
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Deities of Decision
A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city I did not know. It may have been Riga, Latvia or Baku, Azerbaijan or maybe even Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There were other buildings, old buildings of red and sand-colored brick defaced by time and the scourge… Continue reading
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The Moldy Oranges of God
The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to the color of a bleached peach. On one of the walls was a large painting of a maniacal-looking man holding a moldy orange in each of his hands. Continue reading
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The Crashing Life
It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant in downtown Amarillo, Texas. There was a mess of broken glass, toppled tables, spilled chicken and drinks. He stepped out into a cloud of dust, coughed, brushed himself off. “Shit. Sorry about that.” An old… Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 13
“Ecstasy!?” Melba cried out. “What kind of ecstasy has been going on in here? Do you not see the pictures of our beloved Jesus hanging on the walls? You did this in front of his eyes?” Continue reading
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