Mario who?
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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Third Eye
We expected to see the sun that morning, and we were right. It rose muted and ruddy exactly when it was supposed to, climbing out of the ground like a slow waking bear. We examined the sun through binoculars. It … Continue reading
The Perils of a Mythical Existence
Sure I was lucky. I knew it. I’d won the genetic lottery. I had a pair of working wings growing out of my shouler blades. I kept them folded up under my shirt so no one knew. It was a … Continue reading
The Perils of a Cleansed Existence
Five times a day, sometimes more, I showered: before breakfast, after breakfast, midday, early evening, and just before bed. Also, baths, twice a day: after lunch and during the evening meal. I washed my hands at least hourly. I bought … Continue reading
The Perils of a Fortunate Existence
I won the lottery. Two dollars. A one hundred percent return on my investment. I was flush with smugness and contentment. Until my relatives found out. Then I had no peace: Can you lend me a dime? Just until payday? … Continue reading
The Perils of a Covert Existence
We were a close knit group in those days, spending our working hours several floors underground. We knew close to a hundred languages between us, which allowed us to translate any document that came our way during the conflict. That … Continue reading
The Perils of a Nocturnal Existence
The eclipse stained the moon copper, then the color dripped from the moon’s face like water streaming over a stone in a river. We watched as velvet folds of red light draped the sky then slowly descended over us and … Continue reading
An Abecedary
Always affirm an adequate and acceptable airing before betraying benign colleagues. Collecting cotton cushions doesn’t deny deregulation. Excessive excuses eventually erode fundamentally flattering failings. Gather goslings. Go gain humid hues. Houses have heavy hours inside. Illicit incidents incorporate industrial jokes. … Continue reading
The Perils of a Cardboard Existence
The guy who created me did no back story on me. Not his fault. The deadline was tight, and the project was work for hire: a quick movie novelization. He had every reason to devote less time and energy to … Continue reading
