Samantha didn’t know where she was. Her foot was heavy on the pedal, gliding down the open, hilly slopes of the backcountry. Cellphone in one hand; the GPS buffering. Twice already she almost crashed. Approaching out of...

There atop a steaming sewer vent, beside a murky gutter, laid a rat burrowed in a heap of filthy blankets. Its face coarse, its claws yellow from grime, its fur stained by seeping garbage bags and its tail severed....

I could get on the deck with my trusty guitar go for a drive in my ten year old car put down the phone and pick up a book Or go to the kitchen there's dinner to cook.   I could call up a...

Today at the Cafe.Love heart in my coffee ....Olfactory memories triggered....I can drink  the loveheart from the surface of my cofee or I can turn the cup around and imagine my wifes derriere and the lust that rises with...

Part 1The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)The Path of Uncertainty         I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I...