Love in Little Tokyo

You are like a suicide in Little Tokyo

Horror in a neon culture that makes us hold each other

You ask would the rain brutally murder water-walking Jesus

You are the appeal unknown to the stable

You are a shine far beneath moonlight

To love you

Is to love surrounded by smogged purples and blues

You call like the first cigarette

And speak like the last


We were always wrong for each other

I live a life of midnights peeling wax

Using a candle to see what I’m doing

So I kiss you like we are not built to last

Just to be the last

The lonely ones

The only ones

To hold each other

Like there’s a suicide in Little Tokyo


Two Sentence Short stories

“You can’t make a story with just two sentences”!

“Watch me”.


After the wing healed, I let her go.

I believed in angels after that.


“You’re going to die alone”.

“That may be, but I’ll live with her”.


“You deserve someone who knows you better.

And here, I saved you the blue M&Ms”.


A tree landed on my car before it spun out of control.

I got out of my car and said “Thanks Dad, and rest in peace”.


“I like things a gentleman should not enjoy” he said.

“I’ve got handcuffs in my bag” she replied with a smile.


“That’s ok sweetie, we all have demons”.

“Are yours in your basement too”?


It was a boy meets girl story until the dick pic was sent.

He was surprised to say the least.

The Fifth Witch

Author’s Note: This piece was written in response to a photo, which can be found here

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Five witches gave birth to the elements

Earth air fire and water

Dressed to represent their children

But the fifth witch bore a child unknown to this planet

Naming her progeny Void


That which comes before birth and after death

All released from her child will come to be

All her descendant takes back will cease

Praised as the giver of life

As she controls all before it is

Neither witch nor man can depart her company

Without returning someday


None can name any who opposed her

For how can someone be named

When they suddenly never were

Phone Call


I pulled out my phone while the man beside me was breathing down my neck. I started to dial and sidestepped away from him. He took a step closer.

Mind backing up a little” I asked. “Thanks”. I called my brother. “Tyler, I just had a thought”.

Dude, I’m suited up for an interview so this better be important” said Tyler. I imagined the sight, his short stature and his formal attire. It looked like a child holding a clipboard.

It is” I replied. “So what if an acapella group-”?

Tyler stopped me. “If this is one of your puns, I swear, I’m changing the Netflix password”.

It’s not, it’s not” I assured. “So if an acapella group got into gardening…”?

This is a pun Bruce, admit it” replied Tyler.

I’m telling you, it’s not” I defended. “So if an acapella group got into gardening, would they call their band Pitches and Hoes”?

Tyler groaned on the phone “I’m going to give that a negative four out of ten”.

I got a dissatisfied look from the man beside me. “No but seriously, I called to tell you about my emergency cigarettes”.

Tyler expected another pun saying “Ok…”.

There’s a box under my bed and it has about three in there. If you’re going for an interview, take them. Just buy a packet of mints as well. Pop a mint after your cigarette”.

Tyler was shook by the lack of a punchline. “Ok, thanks”.

And Tyler, you’ll be fine. No matter what happens, you’ll be fine. I love you”.

Ok man, I got to go, but thanks for the cigarettes, and the advice”.

Anytime Tyler” and I hung up. I turned to the man behind me. “Thanks for bending the rules. I’m ready to go now”.


Technically, the glass from the windscreen broke my heart. But Tyler looking at the car crash, that is what broke my heart.  He roared like a missile, aware of its purpose as it fell through the sky. Being ok was an impossible thing. And he would go on believing this for the rest of his life. But when he checked the time of our last call, he understood impossible things can happen.


The Tin Man

I can start a war or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless. I might be snared with a glance but no force can compel me to stay. What am I?

He managed to do it! But this world is better off not knowing how, so I won’t tell you who he is or where we were that night. As for what he did, that is the most important thing you can ever know. “I can teach you if you like” he said to me. To explain the deed, you need to know who he was, before. This man loved and hated. He was elevated with his wins and crushed underneath his losses, until now. You see, he managed to extract his emotions. No joy or empathy or hatred. Just this. Just a Tin Man. And if only he had a heart. person-828630_1280

“Are you kidding me” I exclaimed. “You sold your soul! Just to be soulless! Why in God’s name would I want that!? Why do you even want to teach me? I thought the heartless couldn’t want”?

“Greater purposes call for greater numbers. I need you to be just like me. And you do too” explained The Tin Man.

He was completely insane! So I said “You aren’t going to understand this, but the idea makes me sick to my stomach. You’re not happy or elated or even blue! You’re just…white”.

I could see The Tin Man’s vapid eyes registering what I said but being numb to the sentiment. “Tell me,” he retorted quickly “have you never wanted all those insanities gone? Pain hate loss guilt.”. I thought to myself ‘Of course not…I mean, other than mom dying, which still hurts. Then there are the times I think of the mistakes I’ve made. And sometimes life just keeps piling up problems.

Shamefully, my silence was his answer. Maybe life is easier like him. Maybe what’s beating in my chest is beating me down. Maybe…”No” I said. “No, we need to feel. You’ve lost your love for the little things. Like buying a big chocolate bar for yourself. Looking at art. Fuck it, looking at seagulls. You may not be able to feel it, but you have my pity”.

“I am the apex of humanity,” replied The Tin Man calmly “so why would I buy a chocolate bar”?

I wanted to say to him “Case and point” but he wouldn’t understand. There had to be a translation from my world to his. It was then that the riddle came to mind. So I made a deal with him. If he couldn’t answer my riddle, The Tin Man would leave and never return. But if he could, I would slice out every speck of my soul, becoming a functional nothing. He agreed so I began. “I can start a war or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless. I might be snared with a glance but no force can compel me to stay. What am I”? As he paused I considered would losing my emotions hurt? Then I thought to myself ‘only when I’m losing them, not when they’re lost’.

“…Nothing has that kind of power” said The Tin Man.

“One thing does” I said with a grin. There was a pause and his head tilted to the side, like being wrong was a new concept to him.

After a few seconds he said “It…it’s a trick. The riddle has no answer. You are lying”.

“The answer”, I said “is love”.

Because I had the answer to the riddle, I mourned when we parted.