Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
hunch up those shoulders carry that hollow barrel chest on spindly trembling legs practice your ghostly motions stare obscenely out of eyes like yellowed olives your gates are closed for good and i stand holding you up listening to disconnected mutter while you piss black tar dribbling onto the floor and you say “I’m sorry” […]
MoreShe called me. We went rushing in two cars. His promise was empty, though. Passed out, half on the floor, half on the couch. She smacked him in the face, gently. Put a cold cloth on his forehead, and he sputtered awake. We searched the house, emptied all of the bottles. Haha, he said. I […]
MoreDad’s been long in his grave. We didn’t know each other, really. At nineteen, I felt like a fake, attending bedside vigils, not knowing what to say or do. When i got the call, I was silent. Only silent. Fifty years ago. And now, I’m a year away from living as long as he did. […]
MoreA man walks to his usual crossroads, all right turns until he completes the simple square that brings him home. Tonight, he goes out late because of the hot sun, something to avoid with these new meds. As a trade off for the cool and pleasant breeze, someone has provided intermittent clouds of mosquitos. No […]
MoreI am in a band that plays the odd local date. Churches, bars, gatherings and the like. A couple of months ago, after we had finished our setting up to play for an evening in the town tavern, we sat down for dinner and a drink. When the waitress came to our table, I felt […]
MoreHello all… I stopped again today at the mysterious Haraview Burgers on Highway 11 north, a restaurant that has stood empty for more than 40 years. As mentioned in previous stories, it still appears to be unoccupied but nonetheless in good repair. This time, I came armed with a letter I had prepared asking the […]
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