Right before the 4th of July, the boy entered the Army. He hugged the dogs goodbye and told the old one, “don’t you die on me while I’m gone, girl.” Come the 4th of July next year, the old dog was still alive, but the boy was dead, killed in Afghanistan, a place he […]
The Globalist puts arsenic in your tea and lead in your pencil. The Globalist rounds up infants at night and returns them with chips in their heads. The Globalist has always been at war with you. The Globalist tells you no; you may not have your steel belted radials, now either go off and […]
In the Pacific Northwest you can get quite depressed in winter, with its clouds and its rain. Sure, the plants are all green but what does that mean when you’re slowly going insane? The locals don’t mind the lack of sunshine it sure beats the snow, they insist. But at least when its cold […]
Night passes much quicker than you think it does. Fall asleep and you might miss it. Day, in its dawn to dusk tyranny, oppresses the Darkness, keeping moon and stars under lock and key. Suppressed night-knowledge hidden from children who gaze, like Narcissus, into lighted pools blinded by the glare of their own […]
I. Remember yourself on this day; The way you looked, the way you talked, the way the sun shone on you; The way you wanted so badly for something to happen. II. A friend suffered a nervous breakdown the other day and I thought, “Oh, good for him!” as if it were a wedding […]
Summer lies sleeping and I’m another year Older, tireder, dumber, obsoleter. Greenery. Brownery. Clownery. Horton hears a who and I don’t care. Duck wings like wind chimes. Young girls riding their bicycles for the last time. So many problems in the world; I’m supposed to pick one and make it my own, while Daylight scares […]
St. Elmo’s Fire. St. Elmo’s Fire! St.Elmo’s Fire? Words flashed into a mind on a teleprompter. St. Elmo’s Fire: a place? a type of lighting? a meteorological phenomenon? St. Elmo’s Fire: a pre-man Darkness, heart of Dark Africa. St. Elmo’s Fire: a seafood canning company based in New Orleans. New Orleans. St. Elmo’s Fire. St. […]
He seemed sober, but it wasn’t noon yet. That would change soon, in the dark confines of a restaurant one mile from the winter’s beach, on a cloudy last day of the year, amidst wood paneling and benches. This place, in the style of a German beerhall, is the sort of place where the as-yet-to-be-named […]
Each laugh I hear is a battle cry, announcing, “The world hasn’t broken me yet.” But on some days laughter isn’t enough, so I
decide to howl instead. I rear back, begin to bellow like a beast…and then they come for me, drag me away kicking
and screaming. A blow to the head and my world goes black…