THE DARK STILETTO

December 13, 2014

You peg the guy for a creep right off, but when he tosses 500 green on the table, you figure he’s not so bad after all. ‘It’s my wife Brigitte, Mr. Barlow. I want her followed. I got to know where she goes,’ says the not so bad creep. ‘She’s going to be at this […]

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FRED DAFFODIL, PRIVATE EYE

April 22, 2014
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Morning slapped me like a deranged walrus. 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. […]

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SHAKESPEAREAN NOIR

August 19, 2013
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Perchance To Kill

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MORE NOIR TITLE SUGGESTIONS

June 11, 2013
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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

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FAILED NOIR SENTENCES

August 13, 2012
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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.

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DIAL POETRY FOR MURDER

December 12, 2009
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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 […]

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