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
It Might Just Be a Wednesday
It Might Just Be Wednesday
We ain’t so important. Hopefully, that eases our flow; beneath the torrid blasts of the vainglorious Sun-God – always shows up, always brash to prove its status: boss. Strong heat grows – just a regular blaze away, kind-of summer day.
The scorch can leave us haggard. No reprieve, and it’s not out of the ordinary, for the mess of soul-scrapin’ stress in the capital city – the chasm of chill – but there’s a spot to alleviate the rot….