Filed under Stories, Writing on January 20th, 1998 No Comments »
Charlie’s wife came into the room without him noticing, as usual. He was busy typing on the computer, connected to a bulletin board system on the other side of town, entering a message in a debate with another user about how stupid he thought the guy was and to what degree. Charlie was involved in his thought process and completely oblivious to her arrival.
Lauren stood behind him for a few seconds, waiting for acknowledgement. Read more on Cosmic Charlie…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on July 25th, 1997 No Comments »
it is hard to say when the lie brings in the new day
when a little bit is too much and still not enough
and worse than nothing at all
when a mirror of distant voices and a blend of agonies
steal the truth from my breast and lie all the same, in time
Read more on Last Lie…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on July 8th, 1997 No Comments »
old leather seats, with velvet drapes and dirty windows
steady rhythm of the wheels as they struck the tracks
“attack… attack… attack…”
cigar exhaust hanging below the dim cabin light
and ashes in the aisle
Read more on Dead Man Train…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on June 22nd, 1997 No Comments »
Rubber woman
Leather brassiere
Blow her up slowly
and bring her here…
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on June 9th, 1997 No Comments »
Silhouette moon and the lightning clashes
nobody sees her in fleeting dashes
as angry fireflies drown in the nighttime sky…
