Hot Chocolate

All that skin is too much to take in. Those thighs have hypnotized these eyes and I just can’t let go of the sight of you. That smile – like a ray of light shedding focus on this dark world of mine. Treat me like fire, baby. Get close enough for warmth. But I’m too …

In the Alley Behind the Drop-in

Beats being burned at the stake Tina says of her ECT and though it’s true that in our age mad women are not witches she has nonetheless been turned to ash but I need something, she says (her dealer has an office in a hospital) everything’s so somethingless and I can still hear black so, …

Shame

Reader’s Note – Piece Contains Adult Language It’s a shame how much I fucking cry. Like what have I become? I’ve been beaten down for the last 7 years of my life to the hands of a Hoosier; and the worst part is I’m afraid of who I will become. Meaningless? Relentless? Unbecoming? Inconsiderate? Inconsistent? Undesirable? …

Companionship?

He makes her laugh, makes her think, makes her feel whole, and makes her cry. He sends her on a rollercoaster of emotions from time to time. Dinner dates, movie nights, cuddling, and deep discussions. A chemistry that you can only hope to have with someone. He lies, disappears, and treats her like she’s special. …

A Salty River – She is Mine

*Readers Note – Contains Adult Situations* The sun is running through my veins; drying my blood and pulling me to the edge of death; well, this is how I feel when she looks at me through her hooded eyes. I can smell her from here; the scent of her skin brings back summer to my frozen …

I am

The odometer of my life is hidden from me which has me worrying about my legacy Is my existence a part of an eternal plan or am i just leaving temporary footprints in the sand Either way even if it is just spam i write therefore i am -Hussein Ali Hill

Note

Readers Note – Piece Contains Triggering Language: Suicide Whether I clutch my creation too tightly or it clutches me there will be no suicide today the note will go into recycling and be made into newspaper that will tell other stories as unimportant and no one will ever know reflecting on this I return a …

Foreclosure

Of all the country songs in the ashtray of this old ford I hum mostly them that orbit the halo of my dashboard plastic Patsy Cline and if Jesus so loves a foreclosure then this old truck’s all His stuck tailgate and all and just enough fentanyl in the glovebox to make the Apocalypse seem …

My Rose of Sharon

Spellbound by the twilight at sunset over the Pacific Ocean true love is such a powerful emotion Walking on the wet warm sand while holding on to each others hand The waves keeping time with the beating of my heart when one would end another one would start It was a magical time we were …

Sushi with Caravaggio

On the second day after he arrived, Caravaggio swallowed a handful of pebbles. “It’s the food, Yorick,” he said. “It’s indigestible any other way.” “Stones seem a tad extreme,” I said. “Or, maybe it’s just unusual. But let’s keep it to ourselves.” We were sitting together at English Bay. He, near weeping. Me, with my …