rites of passage in a sandwich

with meticulous care he squeezes the tube,watching the shaving cream touch the bristles.reverently he rubs it on his face,almost with an orgasmic passion.shaving for the first time,he is rendering tribute to his coming of age. The American Sandwich created by Andy Sewina Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg’s [...]

rites of passage in a sandwich

with meticulous care he squeezes the tube,watching the shaving cream touch the bristles.reverently he rubs it on his face,almost with an orgasmic passion.shaving for the first time,he is rendering tribute to his coming of age. The American Sandwich created by Andy Sewina Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg’s [...]

a man, his fiddle and crows: found in a thrift store

He’d walked much of that day and the day before, always on the lookout for the mining camp, the lonely settler, and the small towns with their weddings and wakes. He had left home many years since, left the green of his own country to wander across the sun-bleached West, the dry flat roads of [...]

a man, his fiddle and crows: found in a thrift store

He’d walked much of that day and the day before, always on the lookout for the mining camp, the lonely settler, and the small towns with their weddings and wakes. He had left home many years since, left the green of his own country to wander across the sun-bleached West, the dry flat roads of [...]

the shadows form a shade around me

I kind of let go of my mind and the following came into being. Sometimes there is some sort of sense in the seemingly nonsense. I had not done this for a while now. What is it, you and I have to decipher. However for now, read on for whatever it is worth…… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ lotus-posed [...]

guts wrench out in the open making a spectacle for all

I believe that at times one just needs to write about love, irrespective of everything. I don’t know where it came from but it just did…. not knowing how to flaunt my passioni flounder at showing it to youif you only gave me a chancethe gates would open up wrenching us bothhow do I tell [...]

guts wrench out in the open making a spectacle for all

I believe that at times one just needs to write about love, irrespective of everything. I don’t know where it came from but it just did…. not knowing how to flaunt my passioni flounder at showing it to youif you only gave me a chancethe gates would open up wrenching us bothhow do I tell [...]

Locked in the attic

Suddenly out of nowhere, I started to write this. When my mind said write, I had to. And now I know why….. Poetry, prose, I don’t know what to call it.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Icicles form on the walls invisible to all but me. I notice because I feel the coldness seep into me. I grab your arm, [...]

undead for eternity

a whole human-being becomes a mass of flesh scattered in all directionsa family man who was laughing with his children a while backwhat became of those kids, they are nowhere to be seendead to the world is a much mis-used phrasefaceless terrorist is the one who is undead.no reason to kill those who have had [...]

undead for eternity

a whole human-being becomes a mass of flesh scattered in all directionsa family man who was laughing with his children a while backwhat became of those kids, they are nowhere to be seendead to the world is a much mis-used phrasefaceless terrorist is the one who is undead.no reason to kill those who have had [...]