recent picos
At the top of this Midwestern ridge I let myself fall asleep imagining an ancient Celtic ring fort above a sluggish river. Turf on the fire.
Man marries shrimp cocktail. Something fishy definitely going on.
Rain When the rain began, he dived into a cafe. A guy was about to shoot, and he got in the way. Tough, said the killer, toeing him, ge
In Memoriam A year to the day after the drowning they gather by the same riverside. George reads a few lines from a poem. Emma dabs at he
My mother used to gently tickle my feet to help me sleep when I was suffering from leg pain. Now, I scratch myself instead. I miss her now
Horatio opened his arms. All were welcome.
Stepped on an 18 inch barracuda on my way home. Elongated, predaceous, tropical and subtropical marine fish. Is the sky falling?
oh "hell yes" she screamed -"the cyclone lives on"- coney islands last day at astroland was left with crowds rows deep waiting for a hot
It's Thursday. The days are getting shorter.
The headstone sat on top of the concrete slab covering the sinkhole where the outhouse used to be.
Outside the city lights were glowing; men and women out on the town. Inside, she was curled up in a chair and could only think about him...
Life is really like a long, never ending run-on sentence and when you place that period in the end you are done, over, complete and finished
A lone gray cloud floats across the blue sky as I lie, white shirt stained with brown coffee, on the green grass.
He cut through the white water as if navigating through life while keeping the rivers currents from tipping his steady raft gliding through.
he used to call em "hoodlums." now they are coming over to read a novel, and he is flat on his back with parkinsons. Fucked up, but norma
With no preparation he readied to read the lines as if they drooled off the paper and on to the cool, sweet, brilliant green suburban grass.
He was redactive while he took a bite from the last hamburger. Looking at his lesbian partner he said -it's now time to move to California
"Damn," he whined, "nobody ever gets back to me." "Maybe they take time to sleep," she whispered. Then she grabbed the remote, and hit
with key in hand, he broke the door from the hinges anyway, he smiled as the warm sun and outdoors now shined through the opening forever!
"You've got to be kidding me," as she turned and walked away. Another damned monkey up and gone with no goodbye. "Fine" I thought.
pico news
Picofiction is back online! Sorry about the brief hiatus. A few things did not transfer well in the server move a while back and needed to be cleaned up.
I very much want to rewrite the code behind Picofiction, and to give it a major facelift. But at the moment I'm doing the same to my blog, so my resources are spread a bit.
I will do my best to avoid service interruptions but they may be necessary.
