Steve B Howard
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.
Jackey’s Mafia Pizza
The rumor was that he was a wizard at starting up restaurants and nightclubs. But once they were up and banging then he would slack off until his skimming and coke habit got out of control and his Italian business partners started asking questions about profits and loss.
Doing Stand Up Comedy In Salem, Oregon
I’ve been doing stand up comedy for the past six years. I’m originally from the Seattle area, but I have been living in Japan since 2003. There is a comedy group in the city of Nagoya, Japan where I live that does shows once a month. This was pre-Covid 19 of course, but even still we were able to put on a few shows in 2020 and have done a few in 2021.
Face in the Fog
Heavy smoke from the artillery fire and burning buildings has left only little windows of clear space to aim my camera through and snap pictures. My ears have long ago given up any attempt to hear anything over the pounding thud of the battle. I move through the streets half blind from the smoke and mostly deaf from the explosive guns looking for pictures to take. I want to bring Chechnya back to the world. I have fourteen roles of film already. Three more to go and then I can leave this dangerous place forever.
To Fix the Broken Ones
But the glittering shards of busted glass blind you to the fact that your heroics died on your shield years ago. Now as you stand in front of that dragon
A Tale of Two Writing Platforms
$41 from Medium this month (March) and $1505.00 from News Break. If only that News Break cash cow wasn’t going to be slaughtered soon.
Tik Tok Christ just parted the Open Sea and divided the NFT Phish for the masses of the eternally bored. Redemption and damnation are only a
My Friend the Buddha at Four Years Old
I can feel them pulling on me. One pulls from the ground and the other pulls from the sky. I don’t know why they are in my backyard. The one in the ground wants me very much. The one in the sky wants me too, but he is worried. I think that maybe they are God and the devil. I don’t know why they are fighting over me.
The Busted Engine Reality
I’m Bukowski’s left nut spraying near impotent literary detritus all over the web. Tyler Durden’s industrious schizoid