
Better call Paul
“Hello? Listen, I’m sorry, I ….” ” It’s okay. Don’t worry, Paul. You didn’t wake me up or anything. I just don’t normally get many phone calls. The more I … Continue Reading Better call Paul
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
“Hello? Listen, I’m sorry, I ….” ” It’s okay. Don’t worry, Paul. You didn’t wake me up or anything. I just don’t normally get many phone calls. The more I … Continue Reading Better call Paul
I have seen her many times, now, from March’s thaw to the heat of July. She walks alone, even in a crowd. None approach her, none jostle. Her apparent path … Continue Reading Sarah serendipity
When it comes to daily exercise At The Gym, a little streak of masochism goes a long way. I’ve been told before that I like to wallow. In pain, that … Continue Reading Pumping iron
I heard that they will float you In a sea of Epsom Salt To ease away your tension And things that aren’t your fault You’re naked, with a blindfold The … Continue Reading Salt Sea Calm
Have you heard ’bout the poor country bumpkin And his horse who would only eat pumpkin? It grew so obese That it frightened his geese And he gave it the … Continue Reading The pumpkin King
Karla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. With a brisk step, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark dribbling rain. Up the six … Continue Reading 743-5088
He sings behind dark glasses. Not Pavarotti, or even McCartney, but the voice can carry the tune with a little nuance. There once were happy smiles and meant applause. Now, … Continue Reading In the iotas
Undetected, a tooth cracks, then splits. The sharp shard cuts the gum. Then, the clumsy reflexive swallow. Mon Dieu! Did i just eat Mercury? All things must pass.
Not getting any younger. The government pays me now. Pays me back. It’s kind of sweet. When I can, I snooze ’til eleven, have my morning coffee for lunch. Too … Continue Reading Idle hands
just outside my bedroom door that little beggar waits it’s finished all the bowls of food and licked the empty plates it’s pigeon-toed and cross-eyed a ghastly sight to see … Continue Reading More cat trouble
Raindrops in history Snowflakes of all time Sand grains on the beaches of the world, not yet coalesced to rock. Suns of the universe Dark stars Black holes in existence … Continue Reading The wrong questions
A day, smartingly bright. Smallish trees bend under windyness- fishing rods tugged in unison. Weeds party in the garish garden. The fence, once painted traffic white, leans into dishevelment. Through … Continue Reading Crippled
Such a great piece, by Nicole Lyons….
These hands, today, Are not mine, surely. They make the motions, So demurely. Minding their own purpose, purely. Bent on insurrection. Brush my teeth with shaving cream. Comb my hair … Continue Reading These hands
Captain Miller and his boys Heard the lookout cry ahoy! As they ran aground upon the bar of sand And their hardy ship was broken And their gunpowder was soakin’ … Continue Reading In a fix, in a pickle, in a stew
On the promontory, in the day, Alone, I look in idleness. Gulls, yes. They circle, yes. Their cries, a tapestry of the familiar. But, on this day, they swarm. So … Continue Reading Number 16- Shoulders in the sea