Monthly Archive: April, 2013

Good Morning

You notice him yawn and, when you look around, everyone else is gone, save for the lone bartender glaring at you, pointing at a “Last Call” sign. You laugh and tell him the… Continue reading

Isn’t It Romantic?

Fresh onion soup, mother’s recipe, builds to boil, ladled the soup unto two bowls, served with drug- store croutons and hand-shredded cheese; we watch the game, slapping the knees when a hit is… Continue reading

Rainbow Connection

Muses float on the rainbow and I am under it silly little boy with pen and brush hoping through some magic that the lovely muses’s grace will fall upon my humble hands and… Continue reading

Up Where We Belong

No one believes me when I tell them of the day I started to levitate; rising four Feet, a gentle ascent, before soaring; they asked how much I had to drink or If… Continue reading

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

She was mopping off the dextrose spills at Corridor C when she heard her name over the intercom. “Janice, to the ER please. Janice, to the ER.” She turned to look at kind… Continue reading

The Shadow of Your Smile

The sun rises and sets without you. I wake up at the crack of dawn, punch snooze, then buzz for a few minutes. I stand, waiting for the icy blast to hit met… Continue reading

9 to 5

9 to 5 it is your shift. From 9 to 5, our souls are cut. Eaten by the faceless suits. From 9 to 5, we are slipping into a meat grinder, marrow and… Continue reading

Arthur’s Theme (Best That You Can Do)

at the cross, I stub my toe — piercing blood trickles down to the open mouths of rocks — and grimaced limps — bottom teeth grounding against the pounding molars — you squat… Continue reading

Springtime for Hitler

Characters: Gary — An American foreign exchange student in Germany Karl — His German roommate Setting: Gary and Karl’s dorm room. A quarter past nineteen one hundreen hours. Or, as the Germans call… Continue reading

I’m Easy

ONE. She huffed and a clouded wisp came out. Triple lines appeared below her eyes, as her pouted chin sagged against her fist. Jagged lines flew out of her head as did a… Continue reading