Issue #1 Issue #2 Issue #3 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I love this bar. The man behind the counter is almost a friend. The type of friend who knows I wouldn’t harm someone … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #4
The night was dark, the moon a sliver in the western sky. It hid behind a cloud, from time to time peeking out to cast its faint light down upon the world. In the cemetery, there was activity. Johnson put … Continue reading »PROSE: Resurrection Men
This is Border Country. If you come here on a clear day, you can see into the future. Just a few seconds – but sometimes, that’s enough. It can be lonely. But it is peaceful in a … Continue reading »POEM: The Shore
Issue #1 Issue #2 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I don’t get out much during the day. I sleep late. No one calls private investigators before lunch anyway. I put up my collar as … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #3
Her eyes. It was always her eyes that grabbed me, forced me to pay attention to her and only her. Those eyes are large – too large, in fact. On someone else they would have looked strange, or frightening. On … Continue reading »PROSE: She
They’re hideous clichés. They feel the shame of it, the sour tang of guilt every time they indulge themselves in something they love. They are self-conscious. Aware of the rôles in which they find themselves to the point where their … Continue reading »PROSE: Stages
She pressed her red lips to the stone. There was a “click” as he pressed the shutter. She saw his grin when he had lowered the camera, and grinned back. “Can I take one of the mark?” he said. “Sit … Continue reading »PROSE: Kisses
Here is some more of New York Sour. Well overdue, I think. I have been, I confess, rather reticent about sharing it. It is incredibly indulgent. It’s not particularly interesting. A little bit awful. But I enjoy it, and people … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #2
So, it’s October. NaNoWriMo is on the horizon once again, and young women’s fancies turn to thoughts of character, setting, and (dare I say it) plot. This year, I’d like to write something set in Kent in the 1930s, give … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #1
Another 2a.m. She glares at the green glow of the clock as if it has insulted her personally. She has been in bed for three hours and feels like she has never been so exhausted as in this … Continue reading »PROSE: Sleepless