The Ruin

July 8, 2012  :: 0 comments

‘Well, when you put “I” in the story, it doesn’t mean it’s about you?’ Harrison asked in an empty bar in Red Hook. ‘How’s that?’ Jameson asked. Harrison repeated the question. ‘No,’ Jameson said, ‘because it’s a fiction piece, even if it’s based on something that’s true.’ ‘That gives you a chance to twist it around a little bit, huh?’ …

Bad Trip

March 27, 2012  :: 0 comments

Leslie decided he really was going to kill her. She was resting in the bedroom to some Oprah re-run. So Leslie removed from the inside of a shining, brown leather briefcase containing a number of forms and instruction manuals, a long-handled gun with a muzzle and blew her brains against a wall silently. He went down two flights of stairs …


featured in the poetry forum March 21, 2012  :: 0 comments

you keep
something away
from consciousness
and it comes
back and attacks you,
like a wolf in the night.
the poor sometimes see
their misery hanging
on their sleeve,
and it saves them.
but the rich can’t believe
they’re human,
as the wolf snarls at them
in the night.
‘how could this happen to me?’
they say.
while the wolf
gnaws them.
they really thought
the american dream
was going to save them.
are full
of air
and save nobody.

editors note:

Salvation? Maybe not, but sustenance, for sure. Without air, we cannot breathe. – mh