When you hear birds sing I send a message of love you don’t understand.
She and he were made for each other. They both loved walking in the rain, and omelettes with cheese, and … More Soulmates
When I saw your face, My warrior heart white-flagged. Capitulation.
Mother told me yesterday that my first given name is Martin. Dean is my middle. Fanning is my last. I … More The flash fiction of Martin Dean: Honk, honk, Gandhi, and who am I?
Sometimes I wonder if (the) Dean Martin ever went shopping – like for himself and on his own. Well, I … More The flash fiction of Dean Martin: Underpinnings
Even though the weather was perfect for sleeping, Dean Martin woke up with one of the big questions about human … More The Flash Fiction of Dean Martin: The Question