Tag Archives: Short Stories

Sympathy for the Dealer

Indio was not a nice man he’d just as soon steal your wallet or fuck your girlfriend as sell you dope but this was a business of freaks and assholes not nice men He had the smack brown and sticky … More

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Nowhere No-Hitter

I can’t say…I’d never seen a no-hitter before because I had…many times I’d just never watched one strapped to a gurney drifting in and out of some detestable half sleep enjoying a black laugh at the remarkable racket of my … More

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Bus Stop 3am

I’d never sucked a man’s dick before and I tried, lord, how I tried but I just couldn’t do it It wasn’t his gender or genitalia I objected to but his personal hygiene of lack thereof His huge, hairy stomach … More

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Surviving Iris-Chapter 1

You can become addicted to anything. Shopping, sex, work, collecting comic books or records, the internet, pornography, people. You can become addicted to people. People always ask me what we talk about at Narcotics Anonymous meetings and this is the … More

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Crushed Tarantula

Peeling the tarantula off of the road Why did it deserve this? Why do we tarantulas all deserve this? Artwork: Tarantula by freddyfivemiles.

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Painting the Town Red

Hands cuffed behind my back seatbelt strapping me to the back seat of the black and white Siren blaring an ice pick in my tender skull Seat wet with sticky vomit chunky with bits of undigested pig meat Is it … More

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Egomaniac

Remember that birthday of yours? All those years ago? I think I was seven maybe eight and you put twenty dollars in my hand then told me with a wink a wink I chose not to see that I could … More

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Butcher Shop Poetry

Some poems slide off my tongue like a drop of scotch whiskey Others must be lured from my throat with a hook and bait But there are some that need to be carved from my flesh and slapped down on … More

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Mad Swirl

I am now a contributing poet at Mad Swirl. See my page right HERE.

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