One more from the dusty vaults. Probably circa early two thousand-teens. Sometimes no one will be there to guide you through the muck. Sometimes you have to step up and shine despite the darkness inside. You're not alone out there. Let's shine together.
“What used to scare you when you were small?” Garret Weldon asked his seven schoolmates, sitting cross-legged in a circle around a large pumpkin-scented candle on the floor of his den...
“Okay caller, you’re on The Night Stage, with Flip the Bird. On tonight’s Confession Corner, we’re talking about soul mates. You say your boyfriend is your true-blue-forever-man?”
Gio's fingers quiver like branches in an autumn bluster, as they caress the glistening caramel skin of Simona's tear-soaked cheek.
"What was that?" The neo-greaser named Dingo nervously asked as he scanned the moonlit lobby of the abandoned asylum...
The Algorithm does not lie...
A step-by-step methodology to ensure your safety:
She's a fever dream, jay walking her way into your heart, to burn your house right down. ____________________________________________________________ Art: Justin Weingartner Words: Peter Hammarberg ©2021
It started with the occasional busker. Upturned fedoras with a few coins shining against the velvety lining. No great movement at first. It was pleasant to hear Bach floating through the thoroughfares while folks ran errands. A little Vivaldi ear candy here and there. Splendid overtures of audible opulence. But soon, territories were claimed, and … Continue reading Random Acts of Violins__Itty Bitty Bastards № 3
An old man sat on a park bench, smiling. “How doodeedoo!” he cackled as I approached. “What’s got you so happy, old man?” I asked. “I’m dyin’ boy. Gotta get it out of my system,” he sighed, then forced a throaty hoot. “Why’s that?” "Cuz I have a notion they frown upon happiness where I'm … Continue reading Last Laugh__Itty Bitty Bastards № 2