Monthly Archives: March 2020

The Mandy Brush He bent down to rinse the toothpaste out of his mouth and his left side cramped up. The cramp was the most severe pain he’d felt in his life. The sensation seemed like a vise tightening on … Continue reading →

Wretched Hypnopompia This morning I woke up with an angry welt on my left temple. I had a bad night’s sleep, that much is obvious. Which is odd as I’ve sleeping rather well lately. Eris, on the other hand, sleeps … Continue reading →

On My Sixteenth Birthday When my estranged father offers to drop acid with me, I start to believe his story. “I was driving my bus over the I-195 bridge.” He draws an arc in the air. “The bus was full … Continue reading →

Burn the Witch (from 30 Stories in 30 Songs) He sat eating what he thought was the best chicken noodle soup he’d ever had.  It was chock full of carrots, translucent slivers of onions, noodles, and hearty chunks of chicken.  … Continue reading →

Disappearer I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is just that good. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s … Continue reading →

Whig Man Millard Fillmore greeted me on my laptop today He was the featured article on Wikipedia today He was the last Whig to serve as president He seemed to have a wig on in “Fillmore in 1849” The Brady … Continue reading →

Pandemic Haiku Febrile and tranquil He submits to the sickness He gives up the fight “Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.” — Jack Kerouac