Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
The Madman of Coyote Island (for John Patrick Robbins) It is not often that you come across such a good writer who also happens to be an even better drinker, but that is what they have with the madman of Continue reading The Madman of Coyote Island by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Another Would-Be Writer Goes to Los Angeles Go for broke. Going out of business. Everything up to 70% off. You’ve seen the signs, this is not simple clairvoyance. Romania is a real country even though it sounds more like a Continue reading Another Would-Be Writer Goes to Los Angeles by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Harvey Weinstein Jerks Off In New York Restaurants according to this journalist who claims he forced her to watch him ejaculate into a potted plant and I feel bad for the plant right away all green and leafy and stoic Continue reading Harvey Weinstein Jerks Off In New York Restaurants 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 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 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 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 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 (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 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