A Prescription

A poem about listening to yourself.


Underground Monsters

Darren dared me to do it.

If Ever the Grey-Cloaked Moon

It was a dark and stormy night—the kind, like war, that mitigated irascible deeds, covering murder with the tintinnabulations of rain on corrugated metal gables; and I, enswathed in my ignominious velvet cape, navigated our city's ever-slickening streets brandishing a penchant for justice. This little slice of purple prose was written for YeahWrite's microprose challenge. Click …