Adventures in Christmas Tree BurningTommy Morris was wiry, sinewy. Gap-toothed and muscle-teed, black hair pomaded-back all gummy and matted. The sort whom you’d call “methy”…Mar 5Mar 5
Scrapping by and Lowly in Los AngelesThe diviest of dives, this joint. They used to call it The Kind Edward; now it’s just known as King Eddy’s. I’m not sure why the titular…Feb 18Feb 18
Bearing Down the InterstateThe concaving space up in my rattletrap caboose of a head is filled with methamphetamine, and so I’m trying to extrapolate and explain my…Jan 115Jan 115
Where the Buffalo Cease to RoamArthur Mildwester was honing his whetted chops on the bone-dry intellectual fodder of another rummaged misfire of his milder disaffected…Jan 6Jan 6
Being ThereThe light pierces from high-up transoms, crescendoing to a tilted whirl of glittering abeyance, cut soft through flutters of airy cloth…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Artificial Intelligentsia Argumentum“You know everything about literature, except how to enjoy it.”May 7, 20231May 7, 20231
The Copywriter’s DilemmaThe traffic light out the living room window keeps me great company on lonely nights. I watch it click from red to green to yellow and back…Feb 8, 202314Feb 8, 202314
Conversation’s LackThe Millicent Rose Dining Saloon was full, or almost at Max Capacity, with the usual array of in situ bastards and sly, wiry gabardine…Oct 31, 2021Oct 31, 2021
