The Lonely Battlefield

Only history will note the lonely battleground. The once bloody field where hero's faced demons, and death loomed impossible and always for someone else, where rotting corpse and rusting weapon sink into the bog forgotten forever, where courage is fleeting and cowardice dies a long lonely death. No pen can do justice to the sacrifices …

A Delusion

You know how things go. You see the way people think. You feel their feelings. You can use this innate ability deep within your soul to see everything, the future, the past, intentions, emotions. You know all answers. You decide there is only one reason all this is possible. You must be God. You walk …

Glory and Death

So this is suicide. The moment of death. A silly expedition towards inevitable failure. The monstrosity brings one of his weapons back and all air disappears from the battle field. Then he swings it forward and a hurricane like gale batters all. The commander watches twenty go down with the blow. One of his men …

Subtle

Vapid condescension, a cloud of perfume, the stink of layered foundation, a dog in a wig. She is perfect for where she is, in Manhattan on a Brooklyn bound L train. All eyes on her. Not that there is an expectation of violence or outburst of insanity, just that she is loud and squeaky and …

Depressive Disorder

The black abyss opens its gaping eye. The movement is sudden. From grey blur to living thing in only a single moment. In the dry rustle of its raised lid the taste of oblivion is had. Oblivion fills the mouth with the bitter, endless void of death. Even through the world around. A world filled …

Disenfranchised

Tim stares at his dreams of owning a 7-11 going down the drain, literally with gallon after gallon of gasoline. Insurance will pay of course. But that's it. There have been too many accidents at this store so corporate is pulling the franchise. Tim feels himself welling over and tries to fill the silence, "Well …

The Dunes pt. 2

  Continued from part 1     And the boy comes. He crawls over the rusting haul. He notices small drifts of powdery sand. He sees chips of old paint. He feels the heat of the dying day on his sun blistered back. ┬áHe crawls into the shadow of the living decay. The boot of …

A Last Cigarette

I think of my last cigarette. I smoked it on my fire-escape in Brooklyn. Across the street a woman got dressed with her curtains open. I felt shame for smoking and accidentally becoming a peeping Tom. She was vaguely human shaped, but I knew she was naked for the brief moments I sat there watching. …

Yaj

Yaj was a bad man. He didn't think so, but most bad men don't. His thinking was someone had to hunt and kill tigers, might as well be him. He heard the trap spring closed on what he hoped was the big sucker he had been tracking. Finally he might be able to call this …