Desperado Dispatches
….Deep Swell & Dusty Neon….
Flash fiction, poetry, and stories built on neon, dust, and late nights. Start anywhere.
DESPERADO DISPATCHES: Run Weird like Ducks on Dry Land.
Clock out, peel out, dive deep. A quick dive into survival mechanics, heavy swell, and the livin-grind.
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Desperado Dispatches: Field Report #001 Neon Notes, Piquant Philosophy & Chronicles from the Close-Out
Rip slashing desperado. Skull skating skeleton, surfing the streets like close-out barrels in the blaze of the fading sunset.
We Were On the Northside
Deep south — On the Gulf Coast — Katrina ravaged streets — Back-breaking days, and brutal heat — Bayou hoods, neon sky and candy painted scenes from the swamplands — Biloxi Vintage, Mississippi.
It Might Just Be a Wednesday
It Might Just Be Wednesday
We ain’t so important. Hopefully, that eases our flow; beneath the torrid blasts of the vainglorious Sun-God – always shows up, always brash to prove its status: boss. Strong heat grows – just a regular blaze away, kind-of summer day.
The scorch can leave us haggard. No reprieve, and it’s not out of the ordinary, for the mess of soul-scrapin’ stress in the capital city – the chasm of chill – but there’s a spot to alleviate the rot….