Short Fiction / 15 days ago / 10 min read Community Property Long ago, say during the Kennedy Camelot, yard and garage sales were hardly heard of. Perhaps there wasn't yet a glut of cheap foreign goods with which consumers could become disenchanted.
Poetry / 15 days ago / 1 min read Spring Is Finally Here Streets so clean, lawns so green, grass, flowers, trees, pollen and dust close my eyes with allergies.
Poetry / 15 days ago / 1 min read Possum Too late I spy the possum in our yard up north where Walloon Lake crowns our home in the wild.
Poetry / 15 days ago / 1 min read Flood Something overflowed, some tragic spilling in this poor torn-up country.
Poetry / 2 months ago / 10 min read Zenith In His Presence A last minute Thursday night scheduling miracle brought together the worshipful of all ages. 8:10 PM, no foreplay, no warm-ups, no diversions, no suspenseful delays.
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Open Hippedness My good friend the jittery orthopod, as distinct from Kafkaesque
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Doomed Boomers Morning glory seedling psychodelia or Ethiopian roasted coffee beans
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Boom-Boom Boomer Hedonic Hollywood Treadmill Kinda guy imparted coupla cigarette lighters at retirement party, caught winda shit, I learned to quit touching da hot plate in that fartbox of a rented room off Los Feliz
Manifestos / 2 months ago / 4 min read A Manifesto for Tomorrow WE are DETECTIVES exploring INNER and OUTER SPACES. WE should avoid focusing too much on those inner spaces that are familiar to us. WE should also avoid narrowing our FOCUS on those spaces located on the outside.
Flash Nonfiction / 2 months ago / 2 min read That's the Way It Goes I’m heading into my mother’s care facility, when I see Richard in the garden smoking a cigarette. I’ve seen him there before smoking a cigarette, but I’ve never said anything about it, as I felt it was none of my business.
Flash Nonfiction / 2 months ago / 2 min read Mohamed He puts my food down on the table and immediately I see it’s not what I ordered. With that, I say, “I ordered the lamb shawarma wrap, not this!” To which he responds, “I made that special for you because you’ve been here before!”
Flash Fiction / 2 months ago / 3 min read Escape The seas are cold, but the blood of a whale is hot, like a kettle on the boil. Giant kettles traverse the depths of the icy sea. Steampunk creatures, they fill their vast guts with plankton, like a steam engineer shoveling coal, slowly and methodically.
Flash Fiction / 2 months ago / 1 min read Ascents Sinai was a ladder. Moses wore his painter’s whites, brushes stuck in every loop. He painted Heaven like a billboard for Camel unfiltered cigarettes.
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Dresses For Success For my seventy-third birthday, our five grandchildren, all boys, marched up the stairs to our studio
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Beyond Equanimous to Hubris Old saw went, Boomers take better body care than our parents so clichés assumed fitter life.
Poetry / 2 months ago / 1 min read Roach Motel Under The Banyon* Tree? For a strong stretch, Sarnat has belonged to two men’s groups. Gerry is youngest member
Flash Fiction / 3 months ago / 2 min read Beautyrest I visit the house of punks, The Ceades of Destruction, to reclaim my lost love, Tiffany my dear one, my escaped schizophrenic patient.
Poetry / 3 months ago / 1 min read I'm a Corpse, Running in the Night I’m a corpse, running in the night. My best friend is the demon that’s Tearing me apart, I got nothing.
Poetry / 3 months ago / 2 min read Who Am I? Who am I? I cannot say, Who I am today, but I could tell You, all about, the me from yesterday.
Flash Nonfiction / 3 months ago / 1 min read Misjudgment From her appearance, I imagined she was a spinster, who probably worked her whole adult life in a warehouse: taking inventory, answering the phone, and getting coffee for important people.
Flash Nonfiction / 3 months ago / 1 min read The Story I’m in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles to renew my license, when I get into a conversation with the guy behind me.
Poetry / 3 months ago / 1 min read Genuine Smile There's a little person I can call mine. His a little different but he is also so kind.
Poetry / 3 months ago / 1 min read Walkin' Down Main St., Smokin' a White Owl Walkin’ down Main St, smoking a white owl. Hidin’ in my thoughts, the demons on the prowl. Terrified every time I see this scowl
Editorial / 3 months ago / 2 min read Literary Journals & the Age of Spin To put it bluntly, we live in an age of spin.
