POETRY: Chinese Love Song |
I lost the words I'd planned to use for opening this poem I tried to find some more but it was cold and night was falling I tried to light a fire for you but found nothing worth burning I pulled my co...
Posted by Robin on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:35:00 PST |
SHORT FICTION: THE TRACKS |
We all knew not to go down to the tracks. We all knew the stories. We..d heard so many, we figured it was the place to be. When it rained, the embankment became a mud slide and we..d go down it on the...
Posted by Robin on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 04:07:00 PST |
PROSE: INTRODUCING LEROY COTTER AND COMPANY (Chapter 1 of a novel-in-progress) |
"I started stealing cars when I was fifteen," Danny said, leaning back in his seat and fiddling with the zip of his pale blue tracksuit top. "First one was a Nova. It'd been parked outside the sc...
Posted by Robin on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 09:23:00 PST |
FLASH FICTION: MICRO MACHINES |
"If you do it, I'll let you choose one of my Micro Machines," Paul says. "Any one. S'your choice." We're in his bedroom, playing on his brother's Atari S.T. "Two," I tell him firmly, holding up two f...
Posted by Robin on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 09:12:00 PST |
SHORT FICTION: THE CALLER AT MIDNIGHT |
I'll start with the phone call. Phone rings. It's after midnight. Two minutes after midnight, to be exact. It's not like I'm asleep or anything, but on general principal, I never answer the p...
Posted by Robin on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 01:55:00 PST |
