The night hung on deep summer Ukiah like damp, dark wool— thick, heavy, and vaguely redolent of an indefinable funk. Insectile whirrs, chirps and chillers…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
I was out on a midsummer skulk in classic thief's habit, head-to-toe black and making no more impression on the night than the shadow of…
It was one of those days. No, not one of those. Those are spoken of, and occur, often enough that we may as well just…
If you take a good, hard listen to the conversation around you, both incoming and outgoing, you'll notice that very little, if any, of it…
I am an outspoken critic of oh, pretty much everything. Tell me what you like and I will tell you why it sucks. Not in…
If I were to sum up my personal philosophy in a single sentence, it would be this: Never try to encapsulate anything of import or…
When I completed my first prison term here in California back in 2006, I was bound and determined never to repeat the process. It wasn't…
Ah, bed. Clean, crisp sheets, a good book, and the prospect of eight restorative hours freestyling the Lethe. As a person who has spent roughly…
I never had any children, for much the same reason that I never kept rabid weasels: I do not require the presence of small, toxic,…