Shameless self promo for my “The Obsession” short chapter series. It’ll no longer be on Kindle Vella, but rather WebNovel due to an episode being blocked, messing up the order/formatting of the chapters.
Darcy knew better than to play with time—it wasn’t cheap after all.
“You’re the first of your kind—”
Amazing drawings by AuAu, including the chaotic siblings, Tom and Lauren, from my collaborative novel, Identify.
I might end up writing a scene for the art.
Well we live in the Hitchcockian world, and I wanted you to know and fall in love with it—the bomb, I mean, not the alien; he is as ugly as they come.
I, a radiohead
I hear peoples screams
live peoples nightmares
water board cruelty
splints under nails
My beloved, a shore of love passes through me
merciless as the moon-hung
with cigarette burns and stars;
what I’d give
to billow smoke
twirling lips through
the telephone, a bloodbath
We doze through Utah sulfur, wax Fitzgerald
through Lovelock: Now there is a woman!
But we’re closer to Gethsemane than
the Riviera: stuck on the tracks in
Wyoming, axel breaks in Iowa.
This episode contains dark humor about the current pandemic of Covid-19. This may be sensitive to those who know someone who was infected or has passed from the virus.
I’m sitting in my cafe
Wanting some inspire
Staring at me coffee
Waiting brain to fire
When I die, I want to see Jesus’ face
wash his feet, though he’d wash mine
because he did it for the apostles
Our God first made the heavens
Then earth did follow on
The rest was made in China
I seem to spend my life
In giving up on things
I’ve just read today’s paper
It’s full of doom and gloom
Murders, killing, destruction, death
Asked mummy if this artificial
Meat was free-range grown?
What do you think is the difference between
(Your minds you will need to unblock)
A jeweler, and also a jailer?
Think hard my dear lovely little flock
It’s not a comfortable silence; a tableau of images coursed through him like a dark wash of blood and glassy eyes gating towards him. He didn’t understand the complexity of what he saw, and shaking, he started to shiver on the floor, feeling mounted towards the absolute of death.
She crouched down with him, surveying his eyes. He felt he was bleeding out, and before he could get a word in, she gently put the cigarette on his lips, told him to puff. He coughed. His legs swayed, his ribs jammed and compacted. Most of all, he felt trapped in a faint chill that squeezed his eyes open and closed.
“Take the cig, Tom, and give it a kiss for me.”
I drink my cappuccino
Write poems in a caff
And as Americans might say
My lines can give a laugh
Marion steadily drummed her fingers on the metal desktop. It was a trick that she had picked up many years ago, something that kept her grounded and relaxed in tense situations. Marion had always found rhythms and patterns to be calming. Of course, some people around her found it a little annoying.
It certainly seemed to be annoying Colonel Blythe. He shot her a stern glance, which she of course ignored. She decided that it served him right, for taking such a deliberately long time to read through the documents she’d brought.
He was clearly unhappy about the whole situation. For a man like him, handing over control of such a delicate military situation to anyone else would be unthinkable. Being forced to hand over to a female civilian, on the wrong side of forty-five, with a name like Marion would be particularly insufferable.
But he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, defy the orders written in that beige dossier.