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: Reflective Ripper: Brave Dreams & Dive Bar Stew : Seven Story Publishing: Party hard Profligates and the Ravages of the Neon.
This image, an angry bar-man, deplorable customers, wasted wrecks, and the skeleton smokes a joint, and maintains some chill in an aloha shirt. This image captures the essence that is the story: Brave Dreams & Dive Bar Stew.
