He bares the weight of the world It shows in his sagged shoulders Oppressing, compressing, depressing And it is neither a good feeling Nor a good look To throw it off would mean: great violence A struggle he’d surely lose For his burden is stitched Seamlessly to his bones Like voluminous, leathery wings Blackbird to…

Such a tiny woman, such a huge handbag! She dug and dug through the bottomless pit, Finally finding what she sought: A pack of smokes. Then she tamped the pack down. Hand to palm, hand to palm, A certain kind of violent precision, Pounding all twenty into submission. Then she tore at the wrapping. Placing…

The difference between religion and faith comes down to the words ‘done’ and ‘do.’

Two ships passing in the night. Sounds so romantic. She sped north. He sped south. Each flew by the other. Not even a chance to wave. Her home bound. Him work bound. A modern equivalent.

Let Lucy have her sky Filled with inky blackness She gave up on life Outright surrendered She forgot And will never remember We are the diamonds Under pressure Lumps of coal Shit squeezed from us Until perfection Needling ones self Is such bullshit A crushing outcome

The engine to the truck slowed to an idle as he pushed down on the clutch. He let the clunker coast down the slight hill, before pulling to a stop under the orangish glow of a modern street light. He missed the old mercury vapor lamps. But then — he was missing a lot of…

My socks are new, my shoes are worn-out, like my spirit and body. I’m an honest asshole, you’ve learned this, knowing I come by it naturally. So should this offend you, you’ll hate me, when in truth: It’s you that you don’t like and perhaps even hate! My job as your honest asshole is done,…

Three known copies, an unholy Trinity, are all that exist of the vile Bei’myu-seh Bor’aan, written by Rabbinical scholar and Ashkenazic Jew, Abdiel Hoenig, who secretly rejected his natural-born faith, instead choosing to worship the cosmic entity, he knew as Zaa-q’ran. The ancient 200-page document he penned and hand-painted, predates the enigmatic Voynich manuscript by…

Baseball analogies, euphemisms and the game itself have always been favorites of mine, but I hardly ever get the chance to use them in my writing. So, even though they have nothing to do with what I’m sharing at the moment, I decided to use baseball pitching terms in my header. Anyway, I first must…

Beyond the mystical hills of the Pine Mountains of Douglas and Lyon Counties, Nevada roam a strange band of now-wild ponies. Shiny and crass of color, they can only be glimpsed under the cover of darkness and then only when the gibbous moon shines across the barren and open landscape. Once the delight of a…