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.