Ashore

A sheet of rock emerges. Soothing movement calms me and a cooling breeze returns me. However could they know that this pitiful land emerges from beneath this land we sail on.
Cherry

Don't it make my brown eyes blue

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Resort Service

On the B E A C H Early morning, Shopay sits in a hammock wearing sunglasses watching sunbathers on the beach. Manager climbs the beach with Pen – Thai masseuse.
Cherry

It came to pass... part III

Cherry

It came to pass... part II

The Hood

Maybe beatin' my own wife. My body marked up with tats, like a subway in Harlem
Cherry

It Came To Pass... Part I

The nauseous odor of sulfur was the glassy fleshed pimp’s one abiding memory of ‘Firebrat’s Hollow’; the literal ‘underworld’ where Gallowglasswegian

The Big Bang was Inevitable

Walk to work, curse the pitch of gravel under my feet, hungover again. Sickening sun rattles my conscience. Emerge from the underpass, to find the old man. Bent double like a diver

vi "Golden Dragon's after War"

vi part of the story

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