Desperado Dispatches
Flash fiction, poetry, and stories built on neon, dust, and late nights. Start anywhere.
Raffish Rips —Clips & cuts: Lines of coastal Grit & the Neon abyss
“I was deep, and a seal’s rubbery coated skull popped out of the water. It shot me a smile and headed up-stream. I smiled back. We were nothing but passing parallel entities in the groove of intertwined infinity.” —NV
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.
Fear Cringed Eyes
Fear Cringed Eyes — Somewhere Near the Cockroach Coastline — Night Descends — Nothing Works — It’s Bleak in the Blackness — Fear Floats the Loss of Hope.
Dispatch: Road Dog Files: Wet smokes & Gritty Lung Cockroach
Bizarre Biloxi — 08 Summer — 4th of July on the Cockroach Coastline — Humid and beer melted feet — Nights and no reprieve — Steve the Geez: Vietnam Vet — bottle of Jack, Handful of Mortars, and Mayhem on his Mind — he was back! — Sparks, it’s dark, explosions in the sky, except at knee high — Run for cover or lose and Eye.
Desperado Dispatches: 004 — Visions from the Valley — Words in the moment — when it’s Happening & Where it’s At — Weird Sun & Staying Rowdy, On the Run
Neon wisdom: a lone bar-edge burner skates another night—cheap beer halo, bone roasted ash, and a grin equal parts devil-may-care, and the empty stare. Brazen realizations, desperate dreams worth chasing. Close-Out Chronicles: long miles for wreck-hearted smiles.
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.
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.