Pat DowningTycoonery pt. 3“Car!” Wilson shouted right smack in the middle of our awkward silence. It startled the fireless inhalable out of my mouth and onto the…Mar 24, 2017Mar 24, 2017
Pat DowningTycoonery pt. 2Without stopping Wilson stomped across the field, through the terminal, shaking his his head amazement three times as he did so at the…Mar 20, 2017Mar 20, 2017
Pat DowningTycoonery pt. 1Wilson stepped out of the autogyro and down the steps and onto the landing field.I had never realized just how pear shaped he had sounded…Mar 11, 2017Mar 11, 2017
Pat DowningFrom the Office of the DemiurgeHello, Office of the Demiurge. No, he’s not in right now. He’s out creating the world. This is his secretary. Is there anything I could…Feb 17, 2017Feb 17, 2017
Pat DowningBluestocking millennial soft sensual and brutal confusion. By Sally.Sally really was a ruined poet, a symbolizing idealizing soul who inherited too many problems. And did she ever make a point of laying it…Feb 13, 2017Feb 13, 2017
Pat DowningThrow another poem on the barbyNever send to ask for whom the frankfurter cooks. It cooks for me. As we held our kabobs to cook in the futile heat of the Ignis Fatuus…Feb 9, 2017Feb 9, 2017
Pat DowningSing like the Golden Hammer.The rhythm of the night came down hard last night. Like a goddamn soulful atomic hammer. Gave me the night passions real bad and heavy…Feb 6, 2017Feb 6, 2017
Pat DowningTOP 7 TOP TEN LISTS YOU MUST READ BEFORE MAKING A TOP 10 LISTListen, lists are the best. A list of the best. In an order. The best order. They’ve been arranged, by someone in the know aka A…Jan 20, 2017Jan 20, 2017