Adventures in Christmas Tree BurningTommy Morris was wiry, sinewy. Gap-toothed and muscle-teed, black hair pomaded-back all gummy and matted. The sort whom you’d call “methy”…Mar 5, 2024Mar 5, 2024
Scraping by and Lowly in Los AngelesThe diviest of dives, this joint. They used to call it The Kind Edward; now it’s just known as King Eddy’s. I’m not sure why the titular…Feb 18, 2024Feb 18, 2024
Bearing Down the InterstateThe concaving space up in my rattletrap caboose of a head is filled with methamphetamine, and so I’m trying to extrapolate and explain my…Jan 11, 20244Jan 11, 20244
Where the Buffalo Cease to RoamArthur Mildwester was honing his whetted chops on the bone-dry intellectual fodder of another rummaged misfire of his milder disaffected…Jan 6, 2024Jan 6, 2024
Being ThereThe light pierces from high-up transoms, crescendoing to a tilted whirl of glittering abeyance, cut soft through flutters of airy cloth…Dec 14, 2023Dec 14, 2023
Artificial Intelligentsia Argumentum“You know everything about literature, except how to enjoy it.”May 7, 20231May 7, 20231
The Copywriter’s DilemmaThe traffic light out the living room window keeps me great company on lonely nights. I watch it click from red to green to yellow and back…Feb 8, 202314Feb 8, 202314
Conversation’s LackThe Millicent Rose Dining Saloon was full, or almost at Max Capacity, with the usual array of in situ bastards and sly, wiry gabardine…Oct 31, 2021Oct 31, 2021
Sentiments Not IncludedI get nothing but terrible submissions from private morons looking to go public with their idiocy. Terrible titles. Terrible grammar…Oct 27, 2021Oct 27, 2021
InurementSlumped, more not of it than most, he shoulders his mostly feeble way, rakish and awkward, recklessly slaloming through the crowd with an…Oct 26, 2021Oct 26, 2021
Click Here to Avoid Nervous BreakdownDostoyevsky’s wife had to pawn her underwear to pay for his gambling debts. Me? My mother was a swimsuit model in the ’80s. So, that’s what…Sep 30, 2021Sep 30, 2021
A Slight Insurrection off 9th StreetI wonder if these sorts of clouds change the kind of thoughts people get. That certain prance in the sky, there. Do people come to…Sep 28, 2021Sep 28, 2021
The Blunt Edges of BeingTHOMAS JEFFERSON: I woke up maladjusted to the world today. Suddenly, now, I don’t fit in. Can’t make it like the rest of them do. I’m here…Sep 22, 2021Sep 22, 2021
The Published GoodPeople are always asking me, “Why are you not famous?” It happens to me all the time. Well, often enough that I’d mention it in passing…Aug 26, 2021Aug 26, 2021
A Fleeting Conjecture of DomesticitySally snapped at Rodney, “Are you on drugs?”Aug 17, 2021Aug 17, 2021