Cherry

In the Morning

Eeyore the donkey not yet shrieking his usual song of morning glory.

Crying for her first emperor…

Her tears mingle wearing his crossed-collar Blue silk blouse in bed And, when there dried, she’s interned in clay. With her terracotta army, With her terracotta, stalwart, horse.

Five-Oh-Six-Three (Part Three)

"Identify yerselves, or prepare to pay the muther-fuckin' consequences.”

Five-Oh-Six-Three (Part Two)

“How do I know that this isn't your lair? How do I know you're not an unspeakable carnivorous demon? You certainly look the part."

The Author

This is how I feel when I write fiction.

A Train to Montreal

a repetitious journey across miles of pasture trees clumped in shades of branches

Day 1 of work

Maybe this is really a prayer...

Alcohol IP

The onset of alcoholism

Baby ducklin

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