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There’s an Addict in the House

There’s an Addict in the House and they’re Cracking Down all over town. We have programmed him to report at First Light but Confidence is running low. Hey Man! Given the opportunity he will ruin our scene. Somewhere his ancestral home still stands. Let’s stash him there. In the place where the wind comes up from the Lake. Where Elders drive by and Mourners high-five. Where resolutions are covered in cellophane. Cold in a bowl. What will happen to him is anyone’s guess. Caesar felt the first knife and thought it was the last. First Published by Iconoclast

Speed Dating At The Kama Sutra Rest Home And Bar

Yoga Class. Tights. Ass. Glad We Got Our Senior Pass. (Glad We Brought Some Extra Cash) Namaste You Stunning Thing. Let Me See Your Luscious Bling. Let Me Be Your Silver Fox. Your Downward Dog’s A Par

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Cold. Rotted Planks. Flanked By Piles Of Toys Armed With Dolls. Dead Eyes Smiling. Showing Teeth. Not Showing. What Lies Beneath. Sweat. Pulse. Sharp Smell Of Fear. The Dark Winter Night. The Rope Whe

The Boom Boom Room

There’s A Room In The Back. It’s The One That Prints Jack. The One That’s Front Loaded. The One Sugar Coated. Take The Fork In The Road. Take Your Pain A La Mode. Take Your Cue From Your Gods. Get Wha

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