Pure Slush

flash ... without the wank

New York City Writers' Convention

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He wrote Severance, a book

About people who lost their heads.

240 words of thought

In the last moments of life.


Beside me, he talked to his friend,

An editor or confidant.

He told her about his new book;

Its called Hell. A newscaster


Is the protagonist, he said.

He glanced my way and I slid in.

Is there a wacky weatherman?

His eyes searched me. I said,


“Today’s forecast is hot, hot, hot!”

He shook his head and turned away,

Swallowed by a murder of crows,

Or a crowd of hungry writers. 


published 16 May 2012