The Way of the Raccoon by Alex S. Johnson

The raccoon placed his paws on the table. Above him, a single naked lightbulb swayed. “Cigarette?” asked Detective Joe Oroborus. “Man, you guys are old school. No thanks,” said the raccoon. “According to a witness statement, you were last seen in the vicinity of the thermite bomb attack wherein…” “Hello? Excuse me? Do I look … More The Way of the Raccoon by Alex S. Johnson

Present Tense by Alex S. Johnson

Joe Oroborus was in a foul humor. “So what are we saying here, besides ‘traces of thermite were found near the victim’s head?” “You don’t think that’s important?” Joe’s partner in the criminal-apprehension business, Sweetback Glide, lit a mindbogglingly large bomber. The two were crouched in the back of Glide’s patrol car, stoned out of … More Present Tense by Alex S. Johnson

Holding the Glass Half Shattered by Alex S. Johnson

Holding the glass half shattered neither full nor empty it’s both and neither the vital water spilled and we’ve been left with these pieces which we try in vain to rearrange like a deranged puzzle only there were forms that fit while now, nothing does a faultline runs through it through all mirrors a warp, … More Holding the Glass Half Shattered by Alex S. Johnson

Another Bombed Poet

Another bombed poet experiment in hedonistic vial spilled of the elan vital coupon for severed heads blood in the fridge teetering on the stage spilling words as a row commences as the scenery shifts again behind returning to war mode and the lances and talons of hawks for a quick, knee-trembling high get your blood … More Another Bombed Poet

A Merry Christmassy Tale by Alex S. Johnson

“So, children,” he said. “What kind of story would you like to hear?” The kids looked stunned for a moment, then pandemonium broke out. A redhead raised her hand. The library storyteller nodded. “Yes?” The girl was full to bursting with eagerness. “A Christmas story!” “Yay!” George Butler smiled. Despite all the grim things you … More A Merry Christmassy Tale by Alex S. Johnson

Underwater Vampire Scope by Alex S. Johnson

She wanted all the details. You could tell when they did. “Underwater…” “Underwater vampire scope,” he said, efficiently clipping his syllables so she would think he was that kind of man. His tie, nicknamed “Museum to be Destroyed,” wobbled in the dark, the dazzler of reptile brains; but maybe not hers…at least right now. “Oh.” … More Underwater Vampire Scope by Alex S. Johnson