Poems & Short Stories
Short Stories
The Stick Pin
It was a small Aescalapius’ symbol of healing, miniature snakes twined around a miniature staff, that glimmered like silver to attract
George’s Ford
George loved the beat-up sky blue ’74 Ford pickup that had seen its up’s and down’s and looked accustomed to the worst. By the time he reached the Johnsons’
Wasps
Old Bill Burns had woken that morning feeling terrible, and had sat crumpled up and fetus-like on the living room carpet next to the space heater,
Immediate Seconds
Edie poured the coffee in dark channels into the coffee cup. She sat down at the table and started to sip the cheap hot liquid, her first cup of the day
The Twin
Karl Odegaard felt there was business to take care of that day beyond errands, and that there was something that needed to be completed. Below no more than a painted blue steel sign half way up a telephone pole, he passed another minute and then shifted to his right foot as he waited on the city bus. With the shift of his weight, the cloth shopping bags he carried swung out for a second and he heard the rattle of a pill bottle in his pocket, anti-psychotics that helped with the panic and the voices.
Poems
Finding Loss The Gang Lu Tragedy
Библиотека
Курить одном сигареты,
Возвратить на камены простерты на
Гвард и пол предо библиотеком.
Газет, табак, свирить
Signature
Modern Day
On the quad, the graduate library stands years old-crisp in the air with gothic architecture stone veins statues rise vertical with copper aqua roof fighting its own age
Pozdravlenii
То бедн пенсионерство,
В пустине пусть квартира,
Тонкий так старще рука старец
Никогда прикасал
Едва заметил.