April 22, 2014
Morning slapped me like an angry platypus. My brain felt like it had been chopped and pureed by a band of angry aphids wielding barbed flails. ‘You’re an angel,’ I croaked when Wanda, my secretary, whose petals had seen the seedier side of the San Fernando Valley, poured a pitcher of gin down my face. […]
June 11, 2013
Be Deadly, My Heart Long Night On A Train To Misery My Dagger Plays For Keeps No Holidays For The Ice Pick I Loath You, My Love
August 13, 2012
1.She moved across the room like a peeled avocado. 2. She looked like she could dismantle a battleship with her teeth. 3. He eyed me funny, so I bent his turban. 4. When I introduced his jaw to my fist, he made a face first inspection of the cheap carpeting.
December 12, 2009
fleet indian red rummaging dustlike on the plain buffalo hat You get the idea. Me? They call me Fillip Flan — poet and private eye. So she said, “I want to raise your shamrock.” She opened her blouse. My shamrock rose. Salute. I kiss your clerical ruby wine lips. I said, “The night whines on […]