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
Dispatch—007: Short Shrift on the Livin-Grind
A quick rip from behind the redwood curtain Studying hard, working harder, and getting wilder, out in the frigid waves, off jagged cliffs, on the edge of rowdy nights and early morning fog drifts.
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.