Heaven's lost civilization. Soldered incarnation on Judgment Day. Flash Fiction with a wounded meaning.
The white tiger's mother neglected it as a cub. Karma manifested in the jungle den. It looked like Roy Horn's neck. A bloody ragdoll abjured, in critical condition, shredded confetti bleeding down from galvanized sin; zinc-coated 12-guage welded wire mesh in heaven's lost civilization where angels rust in the alchemically, chronically broken-down parrot aviary called Subdued.
Paralyzed, a stroke, soldered incarnation on judgment day at the bridge balustrade, repressed memories of past lives, mental health domains, and what we should do with tigers and what we should not, Karma vivid in the Garden Of Eden and Horn's and Fischbacher's Secret Garden and Dolphin Habitat at the Mirage. Just a printing error in the pamphlet of an illusion-packed act.
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
