David Cranmer is the editor of the BEAT to a PULP webzine and whose own body of work has appeared in The Five-Two, Needle: A Magazine of Noir, LitReactor, Macmillan's Criminal Element, and Chicken Soup for the Soul. He's a dedicated Whovian, and he also enjoys jazz and backgammon. He lives in scenic upstate New York with his wife and daughter, and he can be found on Twitter @BEATtoaPULP.
THE LONG RETURN
Desperate, Erica F looks west
As Horses Head spills out
A familiar face offers her a ride
She longs to be with her children
Traveling over Mackinaw Bridge
Showing them her once home in Michigan
The driver took her anywhere, anywhere but there.
Last seen in Middleburgh, New York
Wanting for a brand new day
"She feared for her life," a brother claims
A "victim of foul play," the police say.
A hole in the sky opens the divide
An endless river of restless dead
To those who aren't afforded sleep
Justice moves their way … on the creep.
Beneath floorboards, and from the dirt
A mother's bleeding heart is heard
"Every nook and cranny has its tears."
What was lost shall be restored.
THE KILLING OF JAMAL KHASHOGGI
Dignity is tortured,
lose your life.
a farcical cover-up.
"Who saw him die?
I, said the fly."
Still, truth is denied,
the Crown Prince's
trapdoor of lies.
Pick one, Mr. President.
Not so, for a
—by the name Jamal Khashoggi.
Copyright © 2019 David Cranmer.