A stray dog, curious but reticent, sniffs a wall, a pole, watching, detached, wonders how that dating thing’s working? His own life’s reflected disinterest, disregard who cares, who gives a fuck Cupid never interrupted nor paid heed. A smile, a glance of guile and gullibility, the fear of giving, lost in losing, never receiving, never…Read more Stray Dog
Three times we met in the space of a single month. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. That’s not a coincidence. Things don’t happen that commonly, I thought, without a reason, a purpose. Yet, even as I thought this, I began to doubt it. A man can be in two minds, as the saying…Read more The Last Hurrah of a Hungry Poet
It was around noon of a sultry, overcast day. Martin Mint wasn’t sure what he’d do with the rest of it. Pausing, he wondered what he did with it so far. He got up too early, he knew, but even with one thin sheet and his bedroom windows open, sleep was impossible. It wasn’t always…Read more Silver Mint
Some Trump apologists are putting forward the notion his motives are entirely Machiavellian in his efforts to promote peace like the ‘peace’ achieved by being duped by Kim Jong Un of DPRK, Netanyahu of Israel, Mohammad Bin Salman Al Saud of Saudi Arabia and Assad of Syria. Some, recalling the living, waking terror of nuclear…Read more Who’s Zoomin’ Who?