Avifauna: A Flash Fiction
I was hoodwinked into a blind date the Saturday night of my second full week in the orphanage. My entourage of fellow left behinds awaited…
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One Run Away
Now when Mark the bartender, bought off the bet for five hundred dollars, the others knew, no matter what, that I had won. Here’s how…
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Sure Enough…Sunday Poems
And Sure Enough REPOST Comfort Zone? No Comment… Ha! “Writing comfort zone?” I’m never comfortable in composition. I prose in self-doubt, self-denial, and an ass…
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My Pretentious Old Man. A Prose Poem
In celebration of the recognition of my public expiration date, we fine dined with whine and wine… and then, just on time… ordered a firewall…
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