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Monday, November 16, 2009

She had no business being
so damned smart and
so damned sexually attractive
at the same time.
One or the other was fine.
A man could understand that
and cope with it.

Brett Halliday
A Redhead for Mike Shayne

Monday, November 9, 2009

His eyes were dimming crescents,
straining upward into the starred
night sky,
as if trying to make out, to visualize,
some phantom face that no one else
could see.
And what is love anyway but the
the reaching out toward an illusion?

Cornell Woolrich
Rendezvous in Black

Monday, November 2, 2009

She knew how.

Marvin H. Albert
Devil in Dungarees

Monday, October 26, 2009

What the hell!
Two hundred bucks a week,
and all I'd have to do for it
was occasionally kill
somebody for him.

"When do I start?" I said.

Bruno Fischer
The Fast Buck

Monday, October 19, 2009

Dead men
are heavier
than broken hearts.

Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep

Monday, October 12, 2009

Ostensibly a lawyer, he maintained
a luxurious Hollywood office.
He even kept office hours.
But he hadn't appeared
in a courtroom for years.
He didn't have to.
He knew where too many bodies,
male and female,
had spent their lost weekends.
His was a nasty business
but he never had trouble
with his conscience.
He had none.

Day Keene
Framed in Guilt