This Glorious Mess

It has to come to me. It has to.

There is sometimes no beauty in beauty itself.

Recovery

A Short Story.

It looks at me. My heart beats faster. It starts staring at me. My heart beats faster. It’s…

Waiting For Him

by Tommy Paley

She sat in the dark, silent room, and thought of him.

The Old Man And UFOs

The old man stood a little less than 6 feet tall. He would have easily topped that mark were it not for the considerable…

Ghostly Wind

The wind is moaning as it blows through the patio.

Jakarta’s Lowest Ground

The streetlights turned the smog of Jakarta into the fog of London, but they did nothing for the smell. Every light…

Never Drink Anything Mixed in a Bathtub

and other words of wisdom

Job Interview with a Necromancer and Part-time Dead Raiser

Two Hearts Dining Car

What a lone heart wants
is to be able to speak out where sunshine rambles incessant
light into the booth beside her…