As time crept closer, those fluttery wings in her belly grow more frantic; sort of like bats in the belfry but lower. Her nerves jangle along with her bones, and she wonders, on nights like this, how a person can survive it. How can a human soul continue to exist under such conditions? The clock... Continue Reading →

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My Mama named me James Andrew Moon but she called me her Jimmy Angel. My real Mama, not the one who pretends to be. I remember my real Mama. I am 7 years old and today is my birthday. The Mama I have now is mean and not at all like my real one. My... Continue Reading →

Most people complain about Mondays, and rightfully so, but for Yzabel, it was Wrenched Wednesday. Wouldn’t you know I, she thought, today is no damn different. The one day she didn’t want to be late to an appointment, and there is an out of order sign on the mirrored doors. “Jesus, I hate elevators,” she... Continue Reading →

Dressed in my best casual “I barely care wear,” I, the perpetual wallflower, do what I do best I decorate the bleachers with all the other grapes dying on the vine. Some are small, grown sour and bitter, while others are soft and complacent, nearly dead but clinging to hope. Still others, the rare ones... Continue Reading →

The sky was bluer then, when we were kids, and everything seemed bigger, like anything was possible.  We flew like the birds on our bikes down the dusty lanes of town, hooting and hollering like wild-boys on the full moon.  We met our friends at the mall and hung out at Klingman's Taste Supreme and... Continue Reading →

Jackson’s daughter loved Frozen and at age 4, could recite every single word to that stupid movie about an enchanted whiner who couldn’t deal with her shit and froze everything’s script including the snowman. He liked Olaf in spite of himself.  The reindeer too.  The fact that Opal knew every single wasn’t the worst of... Continue Reading →

The snow is falling, lightly, little flakes of lace and ice.  There is no more grass, only a thickening blanket that looks pretty, but is as frozen as the air.  She sits primly in a chair, with a steaming cup of tea nearby, staring out the window at the eternity of white, wondering about nothing... Continue Reading →

I hit him. I balled up my fist and hit him square in the sniffer. I've always said that if I had the chance,  if I were ever in the perfect time and at the perfect place, I would punch Billy Sharp just once and make it count for everything.  It didn't happen that way, though,... Continue Reading →

What follows is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, The Monster in Number 4, coming to eBook and Paperback in 2019.   The day had been slow, monotonous to the point that he wanted to roll down the windows of the elderly Caprice and scream at the drivers around him.  They'd rescued a cat from a... Continue Reading →

Midnight has passed and the moon is just a sliver in the sky above her.  At Glory Nobel's feet, a man lays naked and unconscious, and she nudges his still toned ass with the tip of her bare foot. Once upon a time, Theo had brought her here, and she fell to his romantic gestures and... Continue Reading →

Bedtime Story

He's been there every night for years.  Ana Kazak doesn't remember just when the bone mask of his face first appeared to her.  It's like he's always been there, lodged in her heart, nestled like a baby dragon.  He glowed in the dim light that flowed through Ana's bedroom window, from the shadows, and his... Continue Reading →

Sweet Recollections

“Your name tastes like spun sugar on my tongue,” She said with a smile that lit up her eyes The fireworks behind her made her glow My heart nearly exploded and then it did Until then, my whole world was a circus And I, the silly fool who stuck his head Deep in the lion’s... Continue Reading →

I swear this is mostly a true story.  I’ll leave it to you to decide which part is fact and which is fiction: I’m standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and there’s a man standing on the back lawn. He shimmers, shivering, doing nothing but standing on the lush green grass, watching me with a... Continue Reading →

This Mother's Day, I received a gift from my youngest son, Dave, who is 12. He had been given a story prompt in class, and what he created is a work of wonder. Teacher Comments: "Excellent Work Dave" and "Great Suspense! I love your vocabulary." (So do we all) Since he did so well, he decided to... Continue Reading →

Aphotic

The night grows deeper, without so much as a whimper, not even the gradual darkening of the day had taken place, as was the norm on those exceptionally long winter nights. Outside the cheery voices of partygoers, reveling in the holiday atmosphere, rang out, startling her from her daydream.  Fetching a sigh, she slips out... Continue Reading →

I knew we were forever on that late January night when you carved our initials into the stained bark, in the dark at the base of the Hangin’ Tree. It sealed a pact and a promise that I gave freely as you came to me dressed in the flesh of the one I adored, at the time. An... Continue Reading →

Maybe I do think Hell is full and maybe, just maybe, I know for a fact that devils roam among us. Maybe I found one. Maybe I know one; and maybe he laughs like sin is a flight of fancy while he watches from his solicitous shadows. Enticing, that daemon, he ignites a barely controlled... Continue Reading →

Reaper’s Enchantment

For years it glittered The golden ring on her finger A well-worn symbol of her love and devotion In happier moments she wore it with pride, content in her emotional inertia Glad to have a warm body to cuddle up with Sometimes felt like a handcuff or a cage without bars on the long lonely... Continue Reading →

The Sane Sanctuary

Thirty-two: there are thirty-two and they hang on the wall. What you ask?  My collection of grisly souvenirs, the last one is barely a month old and frankly, it’s starting to show little signs of decay  and putrefaction.  No matter what I use, I can never stop that first biological rebellion that would keep them... Continue Reading →

they said watch the horizon

up and down … up and down … up the swells make my head explode my heart aches in sympathy for my stomach and my ears look for the horizon there is no shore out there only water, and the - burning alive, want water but there is none to be had surrounded by it... Continue Reading →

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