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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

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