Flower Pot – story

Flower Pot Silence was our bond. Nothingness was our partnership. Loss was our lover. Yet here we were. The silence has become a weight between us that neither seems strong enough to carry or move. The silence is an ocean neither of us can swim across. This silence is an umbilical cord wrapped tightly around… Continue reading Flower Pot – story

The Great Old American Whatever the Hell It Is…

Yeah, so if you're a writer I guess that you are supposed to chase after this grand notion of a Super-Fab novel that is going to change the city, state, world and the whole damned space-time continuum. Eh, count me out. It's not that I don't want to write the sort of a story or… Continue reading The Great Old American Whatever the Hell It Is…