A Heart’s Nexum

He sat in the coffee shop, nursing an oversized black coffee with a medicinal dash of cinnamon, fingertips straying to pet his unkempt, winter growth beard as he wrote in longhand, pen caressing the thick, yellowing pages of the journal. He peered over his spectacles and stopped writing each time the doorbell chimes to announce … Continue reading A Heart’s Nexum

Director’s Cut

His eyes were heavy lidded, the patches of beard, flecked with silver and his hair was a clotted lump atop his head. The single bulb overhead draped his face in unflattering shadows. 'I'm sorry. I'm a repulsive human being.' He lifted the gun to his head and cocked the hammer on the revolver. The impact … Continue reading Director’s Cut

Captain Garrett’s Voyage

Alexandra Garrett, Captain of the dread ship Fish Tailed Bitch put her hands to her head as it throbbed like an abscess. She heard her first mate Oliver whispering her name. She moved onto her side and rasped for him to bring her chamber pot to her.   Oliver held it so she could vomit … Continue reading Captain Garrett’s Voyage

Black Eyed Angel, Smile With Me

My mother gave me an indirect, covert education. Our lessons were conducted in the wan light of country afternoon and the velveteen absence of light in her darkroom. Her photography bore the odd angles and blurred sun dogs of the enthusiastic amateur but she worked at it with a dogged focus that lent our lives … Continue reading Black Eyed Angel, Smile With Me

A Brisk Walk To Clear The Head

Bette took off from the house at a brisk pace, headphones on and trying not to force herself to go back and see what was up with Kelly, trusting that Dave could handle things.   The woods invited her in and she came to them. Her heart pounded with excitement. She looked over her shoulder, … Continue reading A Brisk Walk To Clear The Head

Like The Waves

(http://deepcoldwater.deviantart.com/art/Prelude-669736544) I have stayed close. The smell of salt is in everything. I sleep with the muted roar of the ocean in my ears. You sent me here. My first reaction was disgust. Their lives, their politics corrupted the water we breathed. I was your instrument of vengeance, burdened with purpose as I strode ashore. … Continue reading Like The Waves