The High Lonesome

Everything went well until the townsfolk began shooting.  Franco, Horace, Jim, and Augie came out of the bank with three saddlebags burdened with cash and coins, and their faces loaded with smiles. They didn't bother with bandannas since their wanted posters, which bore no actual resemblance to them, hadn't made it this far west.  Danny, …

Three Poems

I don't write a lot of poetry anymore.  I used to once upon a time, but my poetic muse has largely left me in the last several years.  Every so often words or phrases invade my head, or something happens and bits and pieces work into something resembling a poem.  These three, more or less, …

Flies

“Loretta,” her mother called from the living room over the rattle of the window unit. “Loretta!” she yelled when she received no answer. Loretta stood outside on the steps, smoking a cigarette. She could feel the cool of the kitchen coming through the screen door, teasing her as the sun poured down its heat. Bugs …