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Nero stepped gingerly around the pucker brush and leaned into the fence. They perked up for a second, hearing the crackle, then calmed, one dog nuzzling against the others fur. So nice, he thought, so likeable, these dogs when they’re not barking and nipping and yapping and keeping me up. He peeled the meat from the baggie and tossed it over the fence, careful to wipe his hands on his pants before lighting a cigarette.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 07.13.2016 @ 12:55 pm
At cockcrow, he absconded into the shadows. An empty can of spray paint rattled down the alley, red still oozing from the nozzle.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 07.18.2013 @ 3:10 pm
With a pop and a hiss the flames took and he gasped, transfixed. He should be running over the field but his feet froze in the ground and his eyes blurred in the glare. They’ll be coming soon, he knew, to find me here with charred fingers, warming in the glow of my masterpiece. He lit a cigarette and waited. So hot.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 07.16.2013 @ 2:46 pm
The party was a dud and ended early. I’ve gone to bed without a wit of strength left. It’s sad to imagine I’m not as popular as I’d like to think. Still, the left over spread is in the fridge covered in foil. Eat all you want and join me upstairs. I’ll need a back rub in the morning.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 07.09.2013 @ 2:42 pm
I expected more from a drummer. But in the morning he vanished and the fog rolled in.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 06.30.2013 @ 2:27 pm
Anita tries a Fire Ball
oh. ooh. ooh. ooooh.
ow. ow. hot. ooow. oomowow.
ooh. ooh. aah.
hmmmm. oh yeah.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 06.11.2013 @ 3:16 pm
Sergei slipped his arm around her back and led her to the darkened editing chamber. The smell of his skin, all manly spice and musk, flirted in her nose. She felt her spine quiver and moistened her lips which suddenly felt dry. He leaned in closer to reach for the door. Her heart quickened as she inhaled again. Spice and musk. Tobacco, vodka and sweat. She fainted at his feet.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 06.06.2013 @ 2:17 pm
I can taste the salt in
my wounds and I wash
my toes in
the waves crashed against the boat
sending me to
pieces of bullet fragments
of a disturbed mind
It’s delicious. So rich and so sweet.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 06.05.2013 @ 2:19 pm
Felicity sank into the tub of water. Fireworks exploded as she plunged the razor into her arm. So beautiful. The colors.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 06.04.2013 @ 1:35 pm
She reached and grabbed and poured and shook and he watched. A drop of red juice trickling down her arm.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 05.16.2013 @ 3:18 pm
After the abortion fiasco, Ariadne’s hair began to fall out. Steel stood by her side and reminded her that he’d taken an oath to love her, rich or poor, fat or skinny, in sickness and in health, with hair or without hair. She realized after the nightclub fire that he hadn’t vowed to love her with skin or without. But it was too late.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 05.09.2013 @ 1:36 pm
It started as an innocent prank.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 05.01.2013 @ 1:08 pm
On her One-Minute Date with a Podiatrist
warts bunions calluses corns
cysts infections incisions thorns
ulcerations lacerations amputations
She shook her head and shook his hand
He’s rich she guessed
Handsome she knew
But could she ever fall for a man
without removing her shoes
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.24.2013 @ 3:11 pm
on the couple at the next table
she burned her lips on the black
and stained her skirt
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.22.2013 @ 3:14 pm
Grumbling stomach and jangling tail
the dragon breathes in and out
exhaling your turning pages of magazines
your ringtones of chirps and tweets
and messages Important! Don’t Forget!
I tried to sleep. The dragon lulled.
But you’re constant nudging in my ribs
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.18.2013 @ 3:20 pm
Daddy told me I was the spawn of Creature Double Feature on Channel 56. Godzilla vs. The Smog Monster. It wasn’t exactly the birds and the bees answer I’d been hoping for but it made sense. I nodded my head and made Barbie do a split.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.17.2013 @ 2:56 pm
He finally went to the emergency room on the 9th day of July, five days after the epic tug-of-war competition. Surgeons performed a skin graft to repair the damage to his hands, arms and back. Movement might be limited for a time, they told him. But god willing, he’d be anchoring the team again next summer.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.11.2013 @ 3:22 pm
He sat for a spell in the mangled wreck, breathing in her scent. Jasmine, cigarettes and gasoline. The aroma of death. The mix tape was still in the cassette player. He ejected it and kissed the Play button.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.09.2013 @ 2:14 pm
Thighs of milk
a mile long
he dug in
took a drink
in the hollow
his daughter’s name
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.08.2013 @ 2:37 pm
The big bodied Italian
assaulted my mouth
aggressive and rash
at first just too brash
she lingered and caressed
her fat sassy ass
on the nose of my throat
til I ordered another glass
Um. Wait. Make that a bottle, please.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.04.2013 @ 2:40 pm
Just to let you know
the garlic bagel
that you left
on the counter
you’d already schmeared
with cream cheese
smelling of garlic
our lips meet
» Posted By penny dreadful On 04.03.2013 @ 1:56 pm
One blue clog took wind in the swirl and swarm
of Beethoven’s Symphony # 9
It landed with a clunk in my brain. D minor.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.27.2013 @ 3:13 pm
She let the dirt fall through her fingers. M would be mad, she knew, when she returned home. Finally. Soiled and stained. M didn’t understand the magnet of the ground and the smell of life.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.26.2013 @ 3:17 pm
A confetti of feathers and a symphony of squawks. The aviary rattled with fireworks. But the zookeeper inside stood still. As the body was removed from the lion’s lair he cooed to the birds above.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.21.2013 @ 1:29 pm
Patrice scanned herself in the mirror.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.18.2013 @ 3:10 pm
Off stage he was a different person. Doodling on a pad he’d draw a line down her spine to the periwinkles on the keel until she swatted him away in laughter. They’d lock and snake and talk in nonsense until his eyes caught sight of the eclipse from the gap in the venetians. Then he’d be gone.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.12.2013 @ 3:08 pm
She smacked my face for telling tales. And I cried. But not because she’d hurt me with the hard fire on her hand and not because she’d called me a liar. She’d find out. The owl-eyed man lived in the attic and he’d slouch down again.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.11.2013 @ 1:55 pm
She sat on the divan in her yellow taffeta staring at the frisee salad. It wilted as the hours passed and the doorbell stood still. Finally, she turned off the porch light and climbed the stairs to bed.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.10.2013 @ 1:45 pm
My diary. All my secret thoughts. Violated.
The rumpled quilt gave her away.
From now on I’ll hide it in the broom cupboard where she’ll never look for it.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.07.2013 @ 2:31 pm
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With one nod, the bidding was over. Anonymous took the grand prize at the Andy Warhol estate auction. The wig he died in.
» Posted By penny dreadful On 03.06.2013 @ 2:03 pm