The Pathology of Need and Night Train

I was funny in my twenties a jester fueled by Southern Comfort and cheap jug wine night after explosive night winding up in love or in jail and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way I was something, wasn’t … More

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Jackson Pollack’s New York

This is what happens. Every time. Smash. Bang. Not my kisser. Some poor sucker’s kisser. Blood all over my shirt and pants. I remembered Susie. One of these days she’d pull the trigger. A shower of brains. All over the … More

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One Story

Telling one story you are a student, you are a teacher you are a friend, you are an enemy you are a community, you are a war there are men there are women who are ready willing able to break … More

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