Tinder Hearted Holidays by John Patrick Robbins

The man in the mirror was one harsh looking son of a bitch.   And after a particularly bad spell of praying to the porcelain God he questioned why the hell he kept doing this to himself.   It was the fourth of July and Frank had learned to loathe the day. It was a…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

We’re All Whores After All by John Patrick Robbins

We were sitting there at the bar watching the street from windows view counting the hours and killing drinks. We were pissing and moaning about our frustrations. About publishers and writers alike. “Man I just don’t get the deal with most these fuckers!” Richie said as he sipped on a overpriced beer. “The average person…

That’s What Friends Aren’t For by John Patrick Robbins

We were drinking as always. Telling lies about women and killing the hours between here and death as best we could . It was the typical barroom bullshit you’ve probably heard a hundred times over and I have probably written far to many times to recall . And being I was drinking beer I was…

From Scratch by John Patrick Robbins

I believe I will burn down the house rather than have to clean it. Start back from scratch live in a tent drinking wine. Talking to myself like a crazy person without a care in the world. Park my car in the nearest pond. And abandon everything I own because I rather not be tied…

3 Poems by John Patrick Robbins

Taking  Hygiene Tips From  G.G. Allin I always think its best when the chips are down to go out there and start flinging your own shit at the crowd. Get into a few fist fights, maybe get buck naked. And show folks crazy is not just a act but a fulltime job. Get piss drunk…

Lucky Strike by John Patrick Robbins

There is nothing more appealing the bad habits and long hours spent alone creating them. I paid every due, and now saw more troubles with new pleasures arise by the second.   I still remained a social outcast. I didn’t run after approval but I didn’t shy away from the attention either.   Praise much…