If Only for a Moment
I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.
JAKE
What Remains
Last Wednesday, there she was, sitting in the corner by the $675 splattered paint on wall by local artist installation when she saw it, approaching from the entrance and using the handicapped button to help it because without muscles it no longer had a strong grip.
Don't You Dare Take My Keys
First, take the brown vase / take the one close to it too, the vase with oriental motifs
A Guide to Living and Dying on the Digital Frontier
“Remind me again why you’re writing a burn piece about yourself.”
Poem After a Poetry Reading
other title ideas included / Fear and Railing in New York / Getting Railed on a Hammock
Punk Poem
viva la punk / viva el diablo / somewhere havin a laugh / they say god hates rock n roll / that’s ok because rock n roll hates god
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
The two detectives in front of me looked at each other, as if having a private conversation, and then back at me. The detective on the left, Detective Dowdy, leaned back in his seat and squinted. The disbelief in his eyes is clear.