Sandman Express VII

all that’s left at the end of this story’s a struggle, a penniless offering from the scantest corners of a forest, the scent of a long-forgotten tear like melted yellow perfume and a snap of the fingers that sent up a parachute like a tornado of fried tumble weeds, a pocketful of gleaming teeth strung [...]

Sandman Express VI

Read more of the Sandman Express poems. except when he left it mattered that someone had stolen the barrel and plucked out the wood like a house of broken marionettes it was a scene that played out like a two-cent fiddle, a rhyme that never rounded the bend, an unholy landslide that broke through a [...]

Sandman Express V

Read more of the Sandman Express poems. the price, in the beginning, was a simple necktie with a knot like a half-eaten moon, a vase of flowers and the dust from a magic carpet that had sailed to all seven setting suns or so said that wiry old mystic as we shotgunned along on his [...]

Sandman Express IV

Read Sandman Express, Parts I, II, and III. i never imagined it would all disappear this way, a grove of floating oranges and sapphire giraffes, an acre of magic grass that shone like an eyeful of diamonds out the busted windows of the Sandman, that harbinger of technicolor dreams, while the old hippie wizard and [...]

The Golden Turtle

…was a thing i’d heard described as being, actually, a portly shade of green and seated at the right hand of a grand archipelago of signs, a symphony of gold and dust as big as the earth and all of its suns somewhere in the South Pacific where the sparrows swim with the dolphins the [...]

Owl’s Nest

i don’t know how this story’s supposed to go but i got a feeling it isn’t like this beginning as it does with the great splash of a crescent moon rising high as a daisy over the banks of the gulf and a town full of whitewashed houses thumbing their eyes like chicken bones there [...]