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.
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.