MEET THE LITTLE MARTIAN

The Little Martian slips and slides off a water slide and lands by my side. We sip virgin margaritas and pop fries, feet propped up-...

The Little Martian stumbles in, world-weary on yet another Monday.  “Time to quit it,” he mumbles, his voice a scratchy whisper. "I’ve...

The Little Martian finds himself in Parra. He has been sent on a forced vacation. The little intergalactic hustler has taken on one...

The little Martian stumbles out of his beanbag bed on a Sunday morning and lands face-first on the batik-print rug that stretches lazily...

The Little Martian buzzes.“I’m a busy busy bee, with places to go, people to meet, and things to see!” he sing-songs, as he zips left,...

I read Auden, and claim I too understand pain. Why Icarus flew too close And got doused in yellow rain. I read Auden as he absorbs Like...

The Little Martian stretches and contorts in a hyper handstand, and I watch as he fumbles and tumbles, landing in a heap on the ground....

The Little Martian has the flu.  He snivels and snorts, and his phlegmy throat contorts, but he refuses to take a day off.  “You're kind...

The Little Martian wakes up famished and furious. I watch him throw a toast in the oven, boil water like he's prepping for the Hunger...

The Little Martian watches as a wayward tear makes its salty descent into his treacle-sweet mocha on a drowsy Monday morning. “It’s like...

The Little Martian slams my door open on a Sunday morning, pokes his head obnoxiously through the door frame, and blares ‘Stupid Cupid’...

“There are two methods that humans use to survive, One is calcification and sequestering and separating: my stuff, my tribe, my this, my...

The Little Martian stumbles out of the Bombay Local and tumbles straight into the lap of destiny.  "The first class compartment is rather...

The Little Martian tosses tidbits of wit around like a confetti sprinkler. A dollop of smartass on a healthy steaming heap of offensive...

“There is a quiet pink that softens in the sky  And as September sings  I feel open and free I no longer have to try. Crispy autumn air ...

The Little Martian spills coffee down his favourite pair of baggy Irish jeans, soaks his tattered Birkenstocks with a too-sweet...

“If you shit where you eat, you eat shit.” Mutters the Little Martian with a rumbly glower. “Haan?” “This shit never works out! Love-...

The Little Martian feels a little disillusioned. A little disconnected. And a little cold in his little Bermuda shorts.Goose pimples rise...

The Little Martian knocks back an espresso, takes a deep drag from his candy fag, and waggles his hands around. “You're a public hazard,...

The Little Martian gives out a little hrphmp of frustration and scratches his head as he eyes his cracked Samsung. “You should really buy...