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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Eleventh Avenue

ELEVENTH AVENUE It wasn’t Smith’s choice to be a lawn cutter. If he had worked hard enough, he could have been a fence painter, but alas, his innate finances rendered him to a yard duty of lowly stature. “A lawn cutter!” Smith coughed with a flabbergasted grunt. “Fifteen bleedin’ years of my life!... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Check The Gate!

CHECK THE GATE! There you are, my love. There you are. My chocolate pudding. My vanilla slice. My cherry cupcake. My sugar mama. My tart maiden. I will never forget the woman who taught me how to smell the world. She was a maypole dancer and I was a 70’s soul organist. We laughed constantly amongst... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

My Wife's Lunch Pail

MY WIFE'S LUNCH PAIL Under a tree, in the middle of a desert, a lunch pail glinted in welcome. “Hey man, hey,” the Drifter peered over the ebony branches. “Hey man, hey. Hey. You got something for me?” I looked up from my meditative position with my wife’s lunch pail in my lap. The Drifter was more... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Tomorrow's Children

TOMORROW'S CHILDREN “Life is completely impossible until you live it,” the Guru Shakistan said with a beaming smile, as tiny bulbs of light exited the corners of his mouth. “Let me remind you all of that.” The vampire organ player, Dlaniger, pressed his long white fingers to the keys and bowed his... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Mr. Cheever Has No Wilderness

MR. CHEEVER HAS NO WILDERNESS Chucklehead Cheever, baggy-eyed and bushy-tailed, looked about with suspicious sniffs to the air as his four-fingered grips held him to the boulder. His face was a mask of bewilderment in the wilderness. “Uh, yeah, uh!” Cheever gabbled. “The wind blows west, the wind... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Trevin

TREVIN On the day of my wedding, I met the perfect woman. She descended from the pearl mountain and entered our village with a rushed, excited pace. Her hair was flowing like honey scarlet and her bosom heaved in her haste. She arrived at my wedding, an uninvited guest, as I waited nervously for my... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Wives and Lovers

WIVES and LOVERS “ ‘Allo, luv,” I said in a pouted voice of Cockney majesty, “Did you miss me?” “Oooooooooohhhhh, yesssssssss…” she hissed into my ear with a purr and a nibble. This was my wife, you see, not my lover. I had a wonderful wife and a terrible lover. All the blokes at Tavern Hurricane... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

As Scarecrow As A Scarecrow

AS SCARECROW AS A SCARECROW “Oh, golly. I’m so tired!” squawked Scarecrow Carver as he skipped to his loo. He was an encyclopedia of shambles, brambles, straw, and solidity, beating about the bush and crop in a barrage of a billion blizzards. Every gyration and night-wing citation in his midst left... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

A Day With Moonshine

A DAY WITH MOONSHINE this tale is a loose sequel and tight homage to Ray Bradbury's short story, "All Summer In A Day" Allen Meridian Maritime stayed home from school, for today was the Day of the Moon. Monday. Lunes. Lundi. Today. Hoy. Aujourd’hui. “Tonight is the moon!” he squeaked with a cheer,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 9, 2007

First and Second

FIRST and SECOND The truck drove off like a horned devil in peace. It crunched and cragged upon the gravel path, churning its junk contents into dust and powder. Hungrily, steadily, ominously, it rounded the corner and left us all to think. “Well, lads,” spoke the First of the Committee. “We almost... Sign in to see full entry.

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