“Oh! I almost forgot!” She stands abruptly up from the kitchen table, a mischievous little grin on her face. “I have to remember to call Dennis.” She writes the name “Denise” on the whiteboard near the refrigerator on which she makes notes to herself about what she needs to do or items she needs to
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oh this sickening gang.they write poetry poem after a poem exploding out of their PC’s or notebooks- sick and dry as dead flowers they fill up pages and pages with bad poetry and submit them to all the little magazines and of course most of them get published they live with they mothers and/or they
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client Bob a Nam vet a junkie is calling the office begging for a house call: it’s a matter of life and death. a broken mirror in the hallway syringes all about burned out floors and ceilings consequences of an imaginary napalm blast the walls bear a knife collection in the yard a patch of
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mix 2 parts anxiety 1 heap ice cream 4 ounces tequila. shake vigorously. (the drink, not yourself.) repeat until you shake vigorously. ———— Richard Lighthouse is a contemporary writer and poet. He holds an M.S. from Stanford University. His work has been published in: The Penwood Review, West Hills Review, Mudfish, and many others worldwide.
Somebody left me a lot of money in Nigeria. Drugs are cheaper through the mail. From Canada. Love is just a click away. Someone is waiting to meet me. My perfect mate is waiting for me! But I really should enlarge my penis. Jesus saved. Now I can too. On my mortgage. But time is
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