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StoryChapter 23 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 22 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 21 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 20 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story (aka Neptune Never Did This) macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 2 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 19 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 18 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 17 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 16 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 15 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 14 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 13 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 10 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 1 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBoom. macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBeat Palace macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAbyss, a poem. macserp113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Snarl in the Pocket macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionNotes From A Reluctant Love Nest macserp213 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPostcards From the Ruins macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionIs This the Street I Grew Up On? macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionThe Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story macserp013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWill You Please macserp013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Edge of Sleep, a poem macserp013 years 2 months ago
StoryNine Pound Paulie, A Poem. macserp013 years 2 months ago

My stories

Peeling LA: Part of an Urban Artichoke Series

I thought about sparing you. I thought about sparing myself and I still might.

Interstate 40, Poem (Cycles I-V for Joe M.)

Interstate 40, Cycles I-V. (for Joe M.) I. Flying over Atlanta neighborhoods segregated by winter woods. A bare-tree parapet, pipeline for rusted cars and thieves.

Will You Please

An voyeur poem.

Beat Palace

He fished two tens out of his pocket and put one in each of the two slots. The mechanical curtain went up and the girl bent over...

Tony and Dawn

And so now Tony's so-called friends were coming out of the walls and coming over to offer her company. She seems a little flattered by the attention but she assures me that she is devoted to her old man. Also, she understands, that these friends of his are in it for a place to lay, and a belly to lay it down on. She was Tony's action, she tells me, flat out.

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