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Posted on May 7, 2011 at 3:10 AM Comments comments (0)

He hates it the week you’re on the rag

As he terms it, the big drag,

Depressing deprivation, but you hate it

For deeper reasons that he can feel,


Another month where your seed’s

Unblessed with life or babe.

You aren’t ready yet, he claims,

Running a finger down your spine,


Hoping to turn you on,

Wanting to romp out of season,

Best wait until the promotion

And the money’s ...

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Posted on April 29, 2011 at 5:28 AM Comments comments (0)

She lives with her ghosts.

Miró sits on her

Walls and walks her rooms.


She has Welsh Dylan

Thomas in her book

Case and sitting in


Her favourite old

Armchair drinking beer

From the Frigidaire.


Her father sits smoking

A cigarette, lung

Cancer no longer


A fear, there is no

Second death. Close the

Window, he says, there’s


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D.U.I. "Life Gamblers"

Posted on April 2, 2011 at 11:40 PM Comments comments (0)

Its three o’clock in the morning and me and three other friends are on our way to our favorite casino in Oklahoma City.

My Name is Bryan and I am sitting behind the driver whose name is Marcus, and to my right is Don, in front of him is Calvin.

Just Marcus and I are awake, Don and Calvin are like babies, and they go to sleep anytime a car travels more than twenty miles.

“Hey Marcus,” I said. “How muc...

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Mourning In Hochington - Day One / III

Posted on March 29, 2011 at 6:25 PM Comments comments (0)

    It was 6:45pm, and the Auto Shop closed early and the ten employees there, working that day or not working were in the side office celebrating with some food and of course two cakes from Hochington Bakery. The owners bought Chinese food for everyone who worked there and was attending the party. There was a pile of people inside the office, Clayton decided to sit in the closed garage by a light not wanting to be with the pile of people. 

He was eating his Chin...

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Mourning In Hochington - Day One / II

Posted on March 29, 2011 at 6:03 PM Comments comments (0)

     Clayton was working at his afternoon to night job at the auto care place in Hochington. Basic duties were to service the cars from fixing any flat tires to fixing any engine problems. Clayton, while in the Corps, had taken some of his college money handed to him from the US Government to brush up on his skills as a mechanic, but never used them until seven months previously. It was something he had took the time to get the certification while serving in the Marine Corps. H...

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Mourning In Hochington - Day One / I

Posted on March 29, 2011 at 5:40 PM Comments comments (0)

NOTE: This is just a preivew of Day One in my book Mourning In Hochington Volume One. You can find it on Kindle.

Day One
Thursday, 15th of May.

     It was a bright Thursday morning in the second week of May, in the town of Hochington. A town with a Main Street and a Union Street with just two traffic lights directing traffic in the main cross roads. A beautiful neighborhood with Victorian Style homes mainly outside of town with Frank Lloyd...

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Posted on March 27, 2011 at 3:23 AM Comments comments (2)

And Isis kisses

The breasts of Jodie


Each kiss like planting

A small blossom on


A still small pond and

Jodie strokes her hair


And runs her finger

Down Isis’s back


And outside two cats

Fight and a railway


Train sounds and the bed

Rocks as their hot love


Making takes off and

The shadows on the


Walls see...

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Jason's Story

Posted on March 24, 2011 at 6:51 PM Comments comments (1)

There's been some talk in the forum about story ideas, ones we'd love to write but won't or ones we want to see what other people's takes are.  Anyway, this is the latter and is my attempt at the shoot a child/let a plane blow up dilema I proposed.

I hope you like it and some of you write your own version.


Jason's Story

           “It’s quite simple, Jason,” Wal...

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Posted on March 24, 2011 at 7:42 AM Comments comments (0)

It was the kiss of kisses. If Rodin

Had been around he could have made it a

New work of art for a world to see. Her


Lips were moist and warm; he felt them press soft

Against his own; heard the moan; sensed her breasts

Nudge. This was nothing like what his father


Had once said of kissing, something different,

Nothing missing. He sensed her fingers touch

His neck; they slid slowly down, then up. He


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