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
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.