The barkeep removed his spectacles

A 'Drabble' "Who's the kid, Julius?" "That's Aldo, Boss. He worked for Marcus 'til his joint got shot up. His cocktails are the best around." "That so? Hey, kid - what's your specialty?" Bashfully, the little barkeep adjusted his spectacles. "Well, Sir, I've been working on something…" "Ok, Albert. Why doncha make me one? Maybe… Continue reading The barkeep removed his spectacles

The inglorious, concealed bunker

The people's outcry at Robison's murder had been unexpected. Who'd known that the damned gadfly had been so beloved?! Weren't talk show hosts merely a dime a dozen? Lord Greer frowned as he recalled his nighttime flight to the inglorious, concealed bunker, deep in the forest. He had been in hiding for weeks. Suddenly, Greer's… Continue reading The inglorious, concealed bunker

Humans, or: Statistics

A haibun Click for full size Look, I don't identify as politically liberal or politically progressive. I'm very much a centrist and interested in understanding all sides of political arguments. Not only that, but I tend to support high levels of personal freedom. So, I'm totally open to having a guns rights activist explain this… Continue reading Humans, or: Statistics

Brute, Anytime, or: Petty

This year, I am attempting to become active on Twitter after having created an account last year to post 365 micropoems. Among other things, this means I will be responding to Twitter poetry prompts. Initially, I wasn't planning on x-posting those here, but then I realized: if I don't save my Twitter poems elsewhere, I'll… Continue reading Brute, Anytime, or: Petty

Enough, or: Blame to go around

An American sentence Crime among Israeli Arabs continues claiming lives daily. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the line… Continue reading Enough, or: Blame to go around

Red rum, or: Ink wells

A kyrielle Every body drained of its blood, He came to be known as the Leech. While screams filled his mind like a flood, He quilled stirring ballads for each. For months, he'd observe them closely, Even learned their manners of speech. They were local heroes, mostly; He quilled stirring ballads for each. He would… Continue reading Red rum, or: Ink wells

And, shall we say… proclivities

d’Verse prosery "Ezekiel, we've assigned eight of our best to the transport, and the prisoner will be securely restrained and blindfolded. They've been briefed on Elijah's history and, shall we say... proclivities. We've ordered them to keep their distance. So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. Nobody could possibly escape those… Continue reading And, shall we say… proclivities

“We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”

d’Verse prosery “Coffee, Dear?” “That would be great, Darling. Cream please.” “Yes, Dear. So, what’s on your mind this morning?” Thoughtfully, Mr. Li stirred his dark poison and raised it to his lips. “We may have a lead, Yevgenia.” “That’s wonderful, Yìchén! Now Mr. Wang will definitely give you that promotion!” “Well, we’re not certain… Continue reading “We may have found our guy, Yevgenia.”