Film Noir In The burbs hubby doesn’t know about the detective, he’s been nosing around, asking me all kinds of questions, while a cigarette dangles from his mouth. I invite him into my boudoir, the two of us in my boudoir, and I say hey, how about a drink? I mix us a couple of [...]
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Two Poems by Melanie Browne
Posted in Melanie Browne, tagged poetry on December 27, 2010 | 1 Comment »
A Holiness Preacher from Italy Texas by Melanie Browne
Posted in Melanie Browne, tagged poetry on February 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I heard somewhere About a holiness preacher from Italy Texas who was in love With a girl Named Darla About how he robbed Banks with snakes curled Around his neck How every time He stuck A gun in someone’s face it was a new test of faith the snakes a testament to his resolve to [...]
The Best Christmas he ever had by Melanie Browne
Posted in Melanie Browne, tagged Christmas, poetry on December 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
We were both sitting there facing each other. I hadn’t seen him in what must have been years but it almost seemed longer. Like centuries, like a millennium. He was telling me about the best Christmas he ever had. He had just started needing to shave, And he was proud of it. he really was. [...]
The Best Christmas he ever had by Melanie Browne
Posted in Melanie Browne, tagged poetry on November 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We were both sitting there facing each other. I hadn’t seen him in what must have been years but it almost seemed longer. Like centuries, like a millennium. He was telling me about the best Christmas he ever had. He had just started needing to shave, And he was proud of it. he really was. [...]
