Narrative Paralysis

  There can be no mistakes When the prairie remains dry Again. Returning to the dust of my childhood. To the dust of bible times. Coating ev...

They’ll play that damn song I can’t spell to signal the year is over.  As if that’s going to power wash away the resentment I’ve splattered ...

  In the space of the flash We see them all Wrenching open their mouths Clutching the sides of their faces. Revealing the whites of their ey...

Another Saturday, another entry. Tell your friends. I’d tell mine but then I would be less mysterious. I have seen the Hero die, clicked rew...

Another lesser known figure waving out of the window of a Honda Civic that’s revving its engine at a stop light. Neon glow strobing from its...

  Maybe from a collection I am working with here. Not sure yet. Let the sage burn and sneak into the four corners of each room and crawl bet...

  Keeping with the weekly posting.  Arrange the spectators with the old Garbage bags. Throw hands into some days-past-due detritus. The acri...

  Trying this whole “post once a week” thing. Someone tell the paparazzi to follow this development closely. Saw sings a symphony Disrupting...