Fiction
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Inclined Corners of a Yellow Map
This is a companion piece to Bite of the Oven Salesman. Cigarettes For a Saint Once I was west and with the oven selling in Omaha behind me, I set a half-empty pack of Marlboro cigarettes on the stone feet of St. Francis outside the great cathedral in Santa Fe as a sort of offering.… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Monarch of Devils)
Off to El Paso I went to El Paso. It was some summer of love and it was hotter than Georgia asphalt in July. But this wasn’t Georgia, it was Texas. I was afraid my little old Nissan would overheat in the middle of nowhere, but it did not. It made the trip faithfully. Four… Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 4)
The Nomadic Mind I’m not sure if the woman in the pink bathrobe had just hired me to kill her husband, but it sure felt that way. And if that was the case of the case, she was getting it for a bargain. But there was no way in hell I was killing her cheating… Continue reading
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Episodes of the Ephemeral Green Ego
Ephemeral Green Ego. I hesitated to tell him because he had a bad habit of being overly judgmental. “I dreamt about the Jolly Green Giant.” Continue reading
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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. Continue reading
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Bite of the Oven Salesman
In a previous life I had been an oven salesman in Omaha spending my livid, blank days doling out shiny appliances and extended warranties to the innocents. Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode I)
On the planet Placitas in the far away galaxy of Fresh, a young stormtrooper bemoaned his place in the endless universe from the barracks at Outpost 9. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 9)
Rude Rudy squirmed in the chair in the office that smelled like sterile, dusty discipline. Across from him seated at the big important desk sat the stodgy principal, Mr. Simon Falcone. Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 2)
The house was an orgiastic glory hole of shining metal and stunning stone, sharp lines, and tall windows. It had a mid-century centurion vibe to it, the slopes and angles of it crooning Albuquerque hipness. Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 1)
Deep-seated dreams play in my head like an 8mm film. I can hear the monotonous whir of the projector. I can see the images flash across a square white screen tacked to the wall with screaming skull nails. Her heart spills out to me in black ink calligraphy a moment before I was running through… Continue reading
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