Asynchronous Workshop

Prodigal

New Year’s Day is 80 degrees in Port Hueneme, California. The Prodigal Daughter pulls her Datsun B210 into the space her grandmother has reserved for her with a Cabbage Patch kid sitting in a kitchen chair. Grandma Carmen’s mobile home is the sweetest on her row....

Intimate Tides

Can’t mend nets in flood. No sense drifting down the gutter go butts masks guppies yesterday’s sausage batter fat batten down the hatches no reprieve to rise. See that fridge floating down Main, board and arm paddle use cord as stern line don’t draw attention dice the...

Free Couch

Online Classified Ad: Free Couch. Seen here barely used (except the smudge you clearly notice in this photo, but hopefully you are distracted by the oddly placed poster with the cliché aphorism). Come and pick it up – it’s yours. Pretty heavy. Bring three helpers to...

The Stained Ceiling is Tired

Diaphragm Amputated hand. Three times already. For all I know. Did you hear me? I’m sure he was wasted. You happen to be one of them. Who me? Barely douse a bottle a day. Three guys. Three different countries. The goddamn United Nations. No plans to ever move to the...

Everybody Knows Milo

His grandmother saved her egg money for years to give him a college education, and what did Milo do with that money when at last he inherited it? He quit his accounting major and bought a bar on the wrong end of town. Cecile’s Place seemed to have been built as an...

Tin Can- working on Dialogue

“What are we going to do today?” Stella asks. Rocky wonders if she’s serious. If she really thinks that there’s an answer to that question. If he should hate her or love her for asking. “Let’s start the revolution,” Shaggy says. He balances his laptop on the outside...

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Annie got herself a gun, blew a hole through his rear window: crackling of spiders spread across the glass. “Dang, woman. What you go and do that for?” Everette feigned stupidity. Wasn’t hard. Pigs had more frontal lobe sense than Everette ever would. “Grandpa always...

Vault

I dream awake.   The first dream is a descent into the heavy darkness of a cavern.   The second descent is a slower drift into terror. Restraints follow the wallop, and wrists swell into a bloody mass. The mouth is taped to a bar. I think this must be me in...

Sam Less

Sam sammed his way through life, samming out of a loving relationship with his dad, samming his studies in school hard, his teachers urging him to sam less for the sake his education, for the sake of others’ concentration levels, but samming was all he knew, samming...

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