She Walks On
Sean MurphyShe Walks On She walks on, alone. Leaving shadows and their secrets, Bronzed backs broken, miseries muted, Their once-sweet souls sucked clean. Used up and useless now, Digested and then…
As Opposed To Prayer
As Opposed To Prayer Nervous and unnerved this evening, alone: Searching for solace, something not unlike prayer, A hope that the past will not repeat itself, Progress: a preemptive strike,…
October 20, 199_
October 20, 199_ Jim Morrison, I saw you today at a Chinese Buffet (6.95 all you can eat). And I could not help but notice: The dull complacency and exhaustion…
Old School
Old School This is old school, I say To my niece who, at five years old, is now The same age her uncle was when his parents Transported him to…
Flashback
Take a guy. Let’s say he is about my age: old enough to own a place and pay almost all his bills sometimes; young enough to understand that he is…
Every Day I Have The Blues
Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out. Now that’s a song, a blues. The real item. Not to be confused with the cookie-cutter, paint-by numbers, copycat slop that most…
Rage Against the MFA Machine
The people I’ve known in MFA programs (yesterday, today, and probably twenty years from now) get taught to write. Or, they get taught to write short stories. Or, they get…
Cinderella Takes A Magic Carpet Ride And Sails Right Out Of Cliché
March 29, 2006 Wow. Talk about clichés. Okay, let’s talk about clichés. When it is impossible to avoid cliché (because usually you want to do anything you can to avoid…