How to maneuver on the siteTo upload your WorkClick on Write and Publish1 = You will see series, add series chapter number and edit seriesThis is for your stories that have more than one chapter and want to stay...

In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

A fire will  die without a flame left neglected, who's to blame? A blackened pile of lust ignoredhas left two lovers tired and bored.But in the ashes lies an ember pleading for them to remember.The fire just needs some fuel to starta...

Tonight, I lie in bed andscribble in a black spiralnotebook.Why is cruelty easy forsome? Like lying downa card.One of my three cats,Mojosits sleepily onmy old maple desk.She is all black.The computer screen isblack.So are the speakers,microphone,and a coffee cup...