The receipts all fell into the black leather valise he’d retrieved from storage that afternoon, except for the forty-eight cents, which wound up in the right front pocket of his jeans.

I am learning to write.

Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.

A short triangular plastic shovels into the/White plastic container filled with topaz crystal-like/Salt granulars. Scratchy sandy sounds echo.

The print is not ideal, it's true.

Marge bought the rug on-line.

And it's a tough thing to become a father, a contradiction; guiding a child to avoid the things that you know about so well.

My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?

The old lady from next door had been really quiet for the last few days.

Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.

Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…

I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.

The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul With tattered billboards Scraped and clawed by vehement dust

The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....

I have cherished the memory of that meal since and have sought out Indian restaurants all over the world. San later told me that the best Indian food was to be had in London