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Through Twitter I learned about this lovely and addictive (seriously) blog. If you are serious about writing or really just want to improve upon your game, I suggest you check this out. It is also really fun, if you are a geeky writer type!

Thus far I have written a poem and a story. The story is posted on the site and I am making it my Spring contribution to the Naked Sunfish. Tomorrow I am going to write another story.

Anyway - swing over there and check out all the great stories and the writers who are challenging themselves.

NakedSunfish

The most recent edition of the NakedSunfish is available. This month I have a poem for your enjoyment. The entire issue is full of fun, fun goodness and the format has been streamlined for your ease and pleasure.

Want to see what else I have contributed over the 18 months? Cruise over to the archives and I have been contributing since Spring 2008.

This story is one of my favorites. I am also particularly happy with this one and this one.

Better off Dead

Better off Dead

“And then, of course, it jams.”

“Well, you know, for this very reason I like to know what I am getting into.”

“I know, but man, do I love how she stretches every morning, lithe, like a sleek cat. I told her from the beginning I was going to someday disappoint her.”

“I guess she doesn’t believe in that ‘forgive and forget’, she went straight for wanting you dead.”

“Surprisingly she is amazingly low maintenance, in a classic sense anyway.”

“I have heard and seen some amazing shit, man, but this I’ve gotta to tell you, this freaks me out.”

“You should have seen her. She was so hot. Standing there. Still as a statue. My breathe caught. I knew in that moment she was the girl I was going to marry.”

“She wanted you dead.”

“If she wanted me dead, she would have tested the gun, before she tried to fire it at me, across a crowded bar.”

“Tested it how? Shoot it into a pillow or the garbage can in the subway on the way to the bar.”

“She was dressed in a rocking mini skirt, purple fishnets and her black latex mini trench coat. Legs up to here, in her knee high black laxtex boots.”

“So since she was dress like the star of sci-fi porno, you think that means she would have tested out the gun, before she showed up, dressed to the nines to kill you?”

“Yeah, not only is she the sharpest dressed woman I know, she is the smartest too.”

“I know I’ve said this before, but you really need to rethink this. You bailed her out, that is enough. No need to buy her a ring.”

“All ready done.”

“I hope to God this never happens to me.”

Holiday Issue of Naked Sunfish

Yeah! It is a great issue to wind down the year. Many great stories and wonderful artwork also!

Surf over to check out my essay on Parents who drive badly and many other great features.

Snow Showers, possible tonight

Snow Showers, possible tonight

“Taxi,” yells the man in the gray coat buttoned up against the chill.
“Allow me, Ma’am.” Taking my bags.
Together we stand as steel steeds speed past.
“Snow showers possible tonight.”
Together we stand as steel steeds speed past.
“Allow me, Ma’am.” Taking my bags.
“Taxi,” yells the man in the gray coat buttoned up against the chill.

Wednesday

Wednesday

It was a day like any other—only it was a Wednesday,

the fall grass green

and the sky radiant blue.

This is the day she appeared,

not arrived,

or came,

or showed up,

because it was rather like magic.

One minute I am speaking to a friend,

on my cell phone,

the next chasing

slow moving grumpy children

from the middle of the street,

then settled on the stoop,

basking in the lunch time sun,

when, poof, there she is.

Quiet.

Curious.

Sleek & Lean.

Hungry.

Hungry for us.

Hungry.

We fed her and she strayed.

Hungry she returned and stayed.

Floating

Floating

Cotton candy clouds float like melting marshmallows across the sky.
I settled into the hammock, with a book and music playing in my ears, ready to while the afternoon away.
The phone rang yesterday at 3 am.
I settled into the hammock, with a book and music playing in my ears, ready to while the afternoon away.
Cotton candy clouds float like melting marshmallows across the sky.