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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

110 Words Even if it’s just a few desultorily drawn up words at the end of the world, on the butt end of pandemics… Why are we here anyway? What does it really matter? Well, we spend our lives constructing … Continue reading →

His One Consolation “Heh,” she says. “Heh!” He doesn’t say much of anything. His hands are tied, but not his feet — so it’s easy for him to get up walk to the kitchen and use the scissors with a backwards … Continue reading →

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

My name is a wall I’m changing my name.  Like most of us I had no hand in choosing my name, but unlike many of you my name pays homage to a bad man, and my association with him has … Continue reading →

Hamburger Lady or Slug Bait? Maria was rereading a section of Samuel Beckett’s Watt for the third time.  She turned off the television — there was a dearth of news and wild rumors continued to seep into the reporting — … Continue reading →