As I sit alone in this small church, staring at his casket (a casket, by the way, that cost more than the building it sits in is worth), I can’t help but smile to myself. This is where it had started all those many, many years ago. Mike could have had one of those large, […]
I’m three steps from meeting my maker. Three more steps to the noose. I reckon I deserve to die. I’ve killed before, but never for such a frivolous reason as brings me to these last three steps. The whole mess started down El Paso way when I walked into that little cantina. It was a […]
All my poems cry into the wind. All my words … all my dreams … are like leaves in a storm. As I leave her behind, she starts to cry. I’ve never seen her cry. I’ve never looked into her eyes without getting weak in the knees. I’ve never kissed her without chills going up […]
I went off to war at the tender age of sixteen. My mother cried and begged me to stay, but my country needed me. I would not see my mother again for four very long years. Due to my age, I was assigned to field headquarters as a dispatch courier for the first two years […]
It’s been a long haul. A long haul indeed. I’ve been living for so long. So very long. Won’t someone help me on my way? I’m so very tired. I see all the hurt in this here world. I also see the love in this here world. I sure as hell gave my fair share […]
She passed him every day. He was young, well built … and he was handsome. Just her type. She had tried everything to attract his attention. She had dressed provocatively, she had loitered, she had even taken a pratfall hoping he would come to her rescue, but some busybody stuck his big nose into her […]
I’ve been angry all my life. It seemed like everyone was always out to take from me. I’d never had any friends. When I was in high school, the other kids would go out to lunch together while I sat by myself, just off the school grounds, and felt the bitter loneliness that would soon […]
He was dead when I got there. Dead as a doornail, deader than a dead fish, deader than Kelsey’s nuts, dead as … well, I think you’ve figured out the message I’m trying to convey here. The son-of-a-bitch was fuckin’ dead! The door of the hotel room was ajar, so I had entered without knocking. […]
The Case of the Purloined Goldfish The call came in at 2:35 on a Friday afternoon. My partner and I were jawboning about the up and coming weekend. My partner, Carl Peterson, has been a detective for forty years or so, both as a cop and private. Me? My name’s Herbert Walker. I’ve been a […]
Rosewood is real. Google it. “The first I knew of any trouble was when my cousin Robie and me was playing out in the yard. A carload of white men came down the street. There was so many of ’em in the car they was spilling out, and they was all carrying guns. When they […]
Andrew Joyce 