I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY Robert John MillerFebruary 26, 2026 The doctor, the ENT, is so far 10 minutes late, so I’m just sitting in a high-backed black chair, waiting. It feels suave, like a private salon. A huddle of ton... Flash Fiction0 Comments
The Party Mime Contingent Robert John MillerJune 13, 2025 Routine Wave. Do the lean. Sip a drink. Grab a rope. Lasso someone. Now it’s a fishing reel. Carry your gear up a ladder. Try to catc... Poetry0 Comments