Promises
The horse died suddenly. It had not looked good and they all knew they weren’t going to get any meat out of it. They were crossing the desert that had been Alabama before the airburst seared the land, and this was just…
Tag: musehick publications
loves lives olives
we cannot develop or where would the story be? i was a green olive i am a black olive they taste a little different but the hammer has no tongue love is confused with fuck it’s a drama swingdoor and STDs are…
TV IV POV
TV channel collapse. The whitenoise babies are crying in the bowling alley gutters, while the drug-blanked kids suck down Hot Cats drenched in mustard. Outside the sentient sky-whale blimps are locking their signals onto journalists so that they can kill undercover reporters.…
No Fixed Pattern
He smiled. What was so fascinating about serial killers? Had it shifted through the years, or was it still the sensationalism? Was it still the lust for an insight into the mind of Saucy Jack? Was it the baser instinct they often…
To Hope For Good Endings
It is interesting watching something you watched a lot of before, but didn’t quite get to the end of, when you start to approach the end. It is especially hard when it is something that has been consistently good for most of…
unpause
the poise in pause seems implausible sometimes there is a weight in wait a debt in detail some meat in meet we eat at a feast of repeat i recall the days i did hours where i have not hid i won…
carpool tunnel syndrome
i imagine travis bickle driving grady tripp riding shotgun and i’m between the dude and the duke we are veering between stoner talk and men of violence who make me want to walk listening to johnny cash, the circle unbroken this is…
in florida sun
how often do i stand in the tide on the beach outside under the florida sun with my shirt undone and my wife by my side with her feet in the tide? we do not do the things we should all the…
amidst the spam
The digital memory is a hardwired failure of lack of differentiation between the important and the trivial. Things that you mentally backgrounded years ago suddenly get chopped up a sprinkled over the landscape in which you are currently moving. It is psychotic.…
As A Writer
As a writer, isn’t some aspect of your mental health tied to the act of writing? There are people who write, and there are writers. There are people who are alive, and there are people who live. If I do not write…