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...

Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....