brisbane. you crazy.

This is a short story I submitted for the One book many Brisbanes comp that happens every year in my current city of residence. They knocked it back... suckers. THE TENDER CALCULATION OF REGRET’S DISCOVERY Brisbane is roughly 25,652 kilometres from New York City, give or take a few. When I left Manhattan, my shrink told me that I was approximately 14.7 years away from killing myself. This gave me a life expectancy of roughly 38.5. Over the...

eventide’s absolution

You make an awake choice to seek tenderness; it’s different from the sleeping settlement you enter where distance is acceptable. (not telling is ok.) Instead of hiding hindrances and habits, you open every window on the veranda, listen to the thick spring wind rattle rusty hinges, make yourself an espresso martini, and light another cigarette. You prop yourself against the raspberry velvet cushion that you bought from St Vinnies last week,...

what’s written down. what’s thrown away.

As I attempt to get through the anthology, I'm realizing most of what's included is from over the last three years. So where's the rest? Interesting question. I spent many years as a strictly ink Writer. This was actually a silent protest against publishers, critics, and pretty much the rest of the world. You see, it was critical that I wrote for mySelf and no other. I still believe that once you start creating Art for other people instead of as...

the silence of love

Something from 2007... as featured in the forthcoming anthology... THE SILENCE OF LOVE I have not spoken for nearly three years now – not since that day. Exiting a crowded airport, unsure of where I was going or where I had come from, two eyes the color of the sky after a storm found me in the bustling crowd. I fumbled to put my passport in my bag without breaking the ocular lock captivating me. It was like seeing land for the first time after...

serialized fiction #2 (4 of 4)

‘Drop it man,’ says Jose after Raul asks what harm one dinner can do. ‘Food at the same table ain’t gonna fuck up your plan essay,’ he tells his brother as he re-stocks empty cigarette shelves. Jose is reading The Post and without looking up says, ‘Any female smoking three cigars a day is trouble. You know it bro. Start getting real.’ Carmen is sitting on a bench in Battery Park during her lunch break. She’s situated with her...
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