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Macabre Noir et Blanc – Now Released

MN Cover finalMacabre Noir et Blanc is a collection of poems written over a decade. It contains poems that are simple and childlike to poems alluding to the darker side of life. These poems explore the simple things of life, from mud to boot-camp to nightmares in the night.
Please read with an open ear and a kind heart for many things touched upon are faced by someone sometime in their life.



Flash Fiction Friday

I had suggested this ‘Dialogue’ writing over at the AW Blog Chain. Thought I would try it again here.




“Hey wait!”


“Shoo! Go on!”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, think we should call it in?”
“I don’t know, after last time…”
“Yeah, last time was not my fault, dead rodent.”
“Well rodent is better than what I think this is.”
“You think so? Hey is that a toe?”
“We need more light.”
“You going to call it in?”

“Yeah I will… base this is 33ar we have a possible 10-54”

“Again? Are you sure? Okay 10-54”


“Hey Mike quit poking that.”

“I’m not poking it I am looking at it.”
“Oh!!! He is going to murder you, your messing with his evidence.”
“Think we should look at the rest of the alley?”


“So boys, what did you find.”
“A toe?”
“Yeah that’s a toe.”


“What do we have boys, more dogs?”
“No they found a toe.”
“A toe?”
“And some goo!”

“And some goo.”

“Well lots of goo, the restaurant inside said the back light here is out and they haven’t had a chance to fix it. The next light is down at that end. No goo there. Just here, and over there by that dumpster.”

“Oh crap! What is that smell?”
“Michael close that lid!”

“Sorry Chief”


“Five bucks says the kid barfs.”
“You’re on!”


“So Brenner, did they find a body?”

“Yeah Chief, they did. HEY!! No barfing on my evidence!!”

“I think he missed Brenner.”
“Shut up Rig, you’ll be next.”


“Who’s opening the lid?”

“You do it.”


“Just do it”
“Oh, man!”

“Don’t move!”

“Brenner I have to move the stench is going to kill me!”

“Can’t, you’re standing in my evidence.”

“I need your shoe.”
“My shoe?”

“Yes, I need your shoe. It’s covered in my evidence.”

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t have any other shoes.”

“Craig, take Rig back to the station.”

“NO leave my shoe here?”


“Brenner! It’s my shoe.”
“My evidence.”

“Here Rig, climb on.”

“You sure?”



“Dang Rig, you are heavy.”

“Thanks Craig, let’s just head back.”

“Hey Brenner”
“Yeah Chief?”
“Five bucks says they don’t make it two blocks.”
“You’re on!”


“Craig pull over!”

“Ah, man Rig.”

“Sorry, that was bad.”
“Yeah let’s get you back to the station.”

“Sharon okay if I stay on the couch?”
“Yeah, she’ll be okay.”
“Thanks Craig.”

Flash Fiction Friday

Just something a little different than what I have normally been posting.


Oh God! Oh God! What were they thinking? She stared at the screens in front of her, total carnage. And she was next. She had to be. Why did they think they could control the computer?

No, the powers that be had to let the criminal, murdering master mind work on this project. Free-labor, to a point, rehabilitation, not all; supervised, can’t do anything without our knowing it.

She was trapped in this room, waiting, watching. This is what happened when you tried to kill a system that was alive, all but in the flesh.

They had been trying to cut the power source and failed. How many wires could you cut? For each wire cut, one of their group had been killed. And the madman who had written this program? He had died four hours ago hooked up to the virtual interface.

The massacre had started as soon as Mr. Michael’s died. She stared at the body, the life machine next to it dead, all the machines around it dead, dead like most of her co-workers. She sat down in the control chair, growing weaker. The pool of her blood spreading towards the console. The destruct button, the failsafe button she had insisted on, did not work. They’d pushed it a few times.

She laid across the controls, no longer seeing the screens in front of her, idly pushing the button. In the growing dimness, she pulled. Out came the button casing.

Not even plugged in. hmmm. Funny…

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