In between performing poetry about Scooby Doo or writing about Sacred Piss Trees, JohnTom is bookbinding and bookmaking, discovering the Read more
AMDG “My child, do not forsake your mother’s teaching,”Proverbs 6:20 Ramon Mercader cannot remember any time when the hair Read more
The bruise on Holly's thigh was the color of a sunset, thought Jenna, dark purple ringed by a greenish yellow. Read more
It was late afternoon and the restaurant was nearly empty. Two men in navy-blue suits dined in the back. These Read more
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While Read more
"In the bleak midwinter..." Peaky Blinders reintroduced us to this poem by Christina Rossetti. I won't quote the entire poem, Read more
Ronin T-Minus 10 Days My commander ordered that I journal as self-therapy. I’m worried about the jump. First attempt Read more
And sothis frosty morninga littleJe ne sais quoiin the air, to blarelike a loudspeakerfastened to the topof an old Chevrolet:the Read more
In waking hours, Lindsay was willowy and graceful, carrying herself with an almost regal bearing and an aura of understated Read more
On the dark marble counternext to the unplugged microwaveit flops up and downuntil I grab holdof the undeniable truthscale back Read more
Hostawins in the end.It's not tenacity,not only.A weed’s tenacious. It’s the refusal to takenofor an answer. Would you liketo go Read more