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I Am Not A Murderer!

It might be a dream; A girl has been killed. I knew her.   They’ve unearthed body parts in the vacant lot. I was seen there...

June 23, 2011

Silence in the Afternoon

Silence in the afternoon burns  brittle holes in the cloth   of time.  I suppose it could be desire rising through impatient..

June 23, 2011

Introducing: In This Issue…

Today we introduce the first issue of Uptown Mosaic Magazine.  We’ve been laboring mightily to pick the best fiction, poetry and art..

April 21, 2011


The need I feel is not audible but it pounds its fists against my egg-shell skull, trying to break out in a spill of yellow goo. It pinches..

April 21, 2011


The station is crowded like a fishbowl, benches of stony coral and rotten planks sagging under human dialogue. The light is dead,..

April 21, 2011

It’s Hard to be True to Words/ It’s Hard for Words to be True

Trick trick trickles of words snow into black seas,    their undersides worn holey and white-..

April 21, 2011

sermon to the broken

you won’t die though your pen may dry or erupt crude swamps        drown straight lines you..

April 21, 2011
The Gallery
  • The Break
  • Yellow Cab
  • Snowflakes
  • Of Wings and Prints
  • Abbey Road Revisited
  • Carnival
  • Cross Culture
  • Juan Carlos
January – February