Silver Tongues by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Silver Tongues Well after midnight in a smoked meat delicatessen with a fleeing Jewish name I sit by the window and imagine starting over again, the cake of my first birthday a completely different colour, this cold dark tea in Continue reading Silver Tongues by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms I have behaved terribly, pulled fingernails for some of the best sadists in the land rubbed my eyes of many hours of crusted sleep so the carnage could continue and the cable splicers are just Continue reading Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Skanks in Spanx by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Skanks in Spanx She said Harmony was coming over and I moaned because I remembered Harmony and could not take any more of that one love feel good far east bullshit. As though the Silk Road ran right through my Continue reading Skanks in Spanx by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Howler for K. W. Peery He writes the words to the music and the words to the words a Midwest howler sure as Kerouac on his way to the maddening swirl. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian born author presently Continue reading Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Workout by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Workout this girl once said there was a great sadness to my look, that I did not hide my misery so well, that there was a heaviness to each tired expression as though I were lifting weights with my face. Continue reading Workout by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Road Warriors by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Road Warriors (for John Dorsey and Victor Clevenger) I am much more the homebody, a shut-in really, but these two really pound the pavement, hit the road and put in the time and the miles too. True road warriors on Continue reading Road Warriors by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Strong Female Lead by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Strong Female Lead There should be a strong female lead at the center of everything, he said. Even a documentary on prostate cancer, I asked? Even that. A study of rock formations? That too, he said. What do have against Continue reading Strong Female Lead by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Baby Smith by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Baby Smith The package from the Hudson’s Bay Company arrives by Purolator and the misses opens it up with a rusted green box cutter. Inside is a pair of wool baby mittens with little Canadian flags on them, a Gund Continue reading Baby Smith by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Thing for the Ladies by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Thing for the Ladies My father had a thing for the ladies. The barely legal Asian schoolgirl ladies on the computer. And when he went Saturday grocery shopping with my mother each weekend I tried to find his ladies Continue reading A Thing for the Ladies by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? I plead the belly too. With no idea how it got there but Defoe found the loophole. It could have been beer, genetics, a high sodium diet, who knows? Continue reading Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? by Ryan Quinn Flanagan