The Star

This star burns _____so far and invisible __________to our eyes.   Her colors masked _____by distance, wavered __________in the journey.   Through the lens, _____the mascara’s imprint; __________a Polaroid dried of rainwater.

The Time Machine

The Powerball is thirteen and I watch the guys in the bar clutch their tickets. They’re anxious for Laurie to scan their numbers but I don’t care. I sip the rest of my gin. It’s down to the dregs. Just melted ice and lime with a whiff of its piney scent. “Hold your horses!” Laurie... Continue Reading →

I’m Back

After almost a two-year hiatus I'm ready to get this thing rolling again. I'll be providing literary content along with some musings and links to things I find amusing. That is probably not the best sentence I've ever written, but it rhymes so I'm going to ride with it. Lots of changes over the last... Continue Reading →

Elegy on an Asian American Wok

Have the chef bring me something not on the menu. I tire of General Tso's or Tao's or Tsao's chicken; why cubed white meat, when I like sinew? I don't want my sauces blander, thicker nor sweeter. I want the Szechuan chicken (no carrots nor bell peppers) and extra white rice. No, no. I'm not... Continue Reading →

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