Wild Honey
by Michael Tyler
Sam and I search streets of abandoned homes and lawns waist-high. The odd local leans against a wall, an elderly couple inch along a side-walk.
"Brian Wilson is the most underrated artist of the twentieth century ..." I am telling Sam as she leans forward to light [ ... ]
“I don’t like Doug’s new girlfriend at all,” Earl confessed. His wife Grace lowered the oven’s jaw and [ ... ]
In the diner parking lot, the sun beat down on the cars. Inside, though the fans swirled, the leatherette was sticky from [ ... ]
Keller could not say when he first heard it. It was not there when he went to bed and he could swear that he had not [ ... ]
Arthur watched her silently from behind the cold grey aluminum frames, eyes tracing the lines of her face down the slope [ ... ]
Sam and I search streets of abandoned homes and lawns waist-high. The odd local leans against a wall, an elderly couple inch along a side-walk.
Her back was turned to him. She was washing the cutting board in the sink. The way her elbows churned, Grace looked like she could have been strangling someone.
The daughter shook her head. “Pancakes fill you momentarily, but lack any real sustenance.”
Arthur watched her silently …
I could see my side of the car was going to smash right into a telephone pole.
Charles Clifford Brooks III, a true poet from the Georgia landscape, has been published in The Dead Mule, Eclectica, Gloom Cupboard, Red Fez, Zygote in My Coffee, and The Cartier Street Review, just to name some.
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