Who says that people suffering fromdepression are illogical? Take me, forexample. I have forecasted my futurehappiness --- being sure to use assumptionsthat are neither optimistic nor pessimistic ---then discounted the result back to presentvalue. Net present value is less than zero. Andtherefore, the project should be terminated. Tomake for an orderly wind-down, I have writtena... Continue Reading →
-After Lucie Brock-BroidoX-rays revealed a lack of insulation, mottled fish scales cemented to my hipbones, a zinc coating on the ribs.Even though I traffic in the nails and 2x4s of the world actual,I’m frightened by mankind’s overripe groans.So what if the black cherries of my medulla oblongata present with diminutive skin?I know you’re reading the inverse print... Continue Reading →
about this piece Postcard Art2021 See More in Art...
The Rockford brothers were already in Hell. The Rockfords all had dark eyes and enormous foreheads, and none of them were small, and at least one of them — Bud — was certifiably nuts. Bud had always seemed a little off, a little quiet, fiery violent, and usually stoned, but it wasn’t until he had... Continue Reading →
about this piece Soaking SunA woman turns to soak in the fading sunset in Mykonos, Greece2021 See More in Art...
A well-crafted debut novel that puts us inside the mind of a young single mother. Who happens to have murdered another child when she was eight. Puts the reader in mind of several famous cases, but deftly sidesteps any comparisons to exploitative, lurid, ripped-from-the-headlines pulp.
Peach-faced men, brushed with hard labor,white pails at their feet, hope turning gray,meet the eyes of the hardscrabble staringat them, mouths agape, blood filling veins,skeleton faces, scarred and awaiting death,looking yonder, the steam whistle quiet now.There, beneath a baking sun, locomotive hot,shadows no more than reincarnated ghosts,the cars start to empty, save the last one,jammed... Continue Reading →
