Section 1

  CHAPTER TWO: DON’TYOUUNDERSTANDWHATI’MTRYINGTOSAY   Soaring thru a vortex in time A hand disjunctive, music of The universe builds, surrounded By constellations, stars immense In number; Pleiades pursued by Orion The three sisters looking on, already taken Ayres...

Section 2

Roger’s hands were shaking as he fumbled with the lock, finally slipping the key in and turning, settling himself into the unrecognizable confines of his apartment. He was saddened to look at the obvious signs of the break-up; the lighter patches on the wall,...

Section 3

Roy Bradley sat on the balcony of his condominium, watching the fog roll in across San Francisco Bay. He absentmindedly rolled the wheel of the mouse along his blog Write2it and contemplated 10 reasons why a sharpie is mightier than the sword. He knew the answer, of...

Section 4

The old man strolls down Wilshire reminiscing the silent picture era, his beret at just the right angle to catch arctic hint in the breeze. He smiles as he jaunts along the sidewalk he contemplates several pieces of a puzzle. He thinks of his encounter with the young...

Section 5

The ritual complete, the tattered old man limped forward and placed his hands across the cheek of burnt out flesh before him: then with unabashed fury shattered the corpse with a tremendous kick and bellow. Crows sprang from the limbs of the orange trees surrounding...

Section 6

Cassandra Diamond woke in a fiery splash of pain, her mind screaming for help as the flame-like tongues leapt across her clothes. But the blur of the night now melded into the hideous whiteness of the room. Those eyes. How those eyes full of remorse and sympathy, the...

Section 7

Winters always hated the smell: formaldehyde, alcohol and the insipid stench of death, the morgue, so antiseptic and otherworldly. He hated his partner at this moment even more, as two hours before, just as he and his wife began waking in the right way, spooning her...

Section 8

Dju hear???? Mackensie Peter’s phone vibrated upon his desktop. He saw it came from Jose and quickly began thumb typing. Was^ Cazz Diamond burned bad NMP call Rog Gfus where is the GBy? Dk sd? Sucking What??? Cm I can’t remember all these f@#ckin acronyms. Mac’s phone...

Section 9

“What a mess I’ve made of this,” Roger was stuck in a supply closet on the 7th floor near the burn ward. “I should have known.” He had spent the better part of the afternoon reconning the hospital for ingress and egress, hanging out inconspicuously near the reception...

Section 10

She dons no makeup, goes unjeweled, and arrives habitually under-dressed in the simplest of outfits for an evening, her hair almost too casually pinned or arranged, as if hastily done up at the last minute for whatever black tie dinner has been arranged. A slender,...

Section 11

Violet Diamond could not believe the seamy conditions, no drink, no warm towel, no leg room to speak of, and worst of all, she was crammed in the center seat think of all the hate there is in the world between a jihadist in a burka, who smelled faintly of goats, and...

Section 12

Roger slipped through the door and gazed at the mummy like figure lying on the bed, its limbs wrapped in gauze and tape. It was hard to reconcile that he was ditching his principles for mere money, but the reality was that he needed the job to survive and he felt a...