Crumbling Asphalt

My libido is a cluster of seaweed caught between mechanical halves.

There is a Can of Red Paint

in the kitchen. The can of red paint is on the floor. In the middle of the kitchen. The can is sealed shut. It is essentially a brand-new can. Full, anyway. The floor of the kitchen is covered with old floating linoleum. It is patterned, and cheap. The pattern is composed of blue and green…
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Song of Squandered Promise

Still Here Magazine 3: Sunlight Through the Cracks My story, “Song of Squandered Promise” is in the new issue (#3) of Still Here Magazine (pg. 164).
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Incense and Peppermints

Tommy remained in bed, determined to enjoy the morning. Incense and Peppermints played on the radio again. Tommy liked the song okay but they played it way too much. He preferred stuff with a darker, harder edge. Purple Haze was a way better song. Light My Fire too. But at least The Strawberry Alarm Clock…
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