Saint Nick fingered his parchment list and looked at the bottom. 12 tons of coal-- at least. Exceptionally naughty year, he thought. He set the parchment down on his workbench and turned to face the buzz of the workshop. It was August now, dog days would be setting in the northern hemisphere. Up in the … Continue reading Corn for Christmas
Well it's certainly been a while since my last post. Too much to do and too little time. Okay that last part is a lie. There's been plenty of time in the last couple of weeks. I've just been lazy-- and moving. Moving suh-hucks. Really. And I have to do it again in a week!! … Continue reading In the tunnel.
Raymond let his body slack against the length of rope and concentrated on the aerosol hissing in his hand. Atop the moss-covered skeleton of the long-dormant coaster, Raymond arched and crashed black and blues together, inspired by the Brubaker comic he’d just finished. He shifted to the right and the cans of paint in … Continue reading Spraypaint in the Moonlight.
Daryl approached the church’s crafts fair bound in the traditional novice whites. A white trench coat, eggshell pants, a shoestring bag, and a full-brimmed hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. He tittered on the street corner watching folks young and old meander from tent to tent, pointing and smiling. … Continue reading All in White
I sat nervously checking the stereo clock as my boss Doug and I watched the paramedics work on the corpse up the road. Instruments, brass, whistles, and a punctured bass drum littered the blacktop. The one man band had been in the middle of a tune when he lurched to his side and grabbed his … Continue reading We’re never Carpooling again.
I finally found Waldo. Keeled over drooling on the polished walnut bar with a half-finished drink sweating in his hand. His glasses were slightly askew and he smelled of the whiskey and sour mix. I passed through dust motes swimming in the angled sun rays peeking through the only window. My footsteps caught the … Continue reading I found Waldo.
Kasey and Dale headed east atop ragged horses, parched from another march through the cracked-dry desert. Behind them, the sun swelled to an orange monster as it drifted to the horizon. Both men hadn’t shaved in weeks and their army-issued shirts clung to the ribs under each arm, darkened with sweat. Their horses were even … Continue reading Get me a Drink.
Mrs. Kittery yawned behind her desk and scanned the thirty pairs of eyes facing her. Fatigued, the magenta colored classroom seemed to suck her energy through her shoes. “Okay class, open your math books-- Nicky, eyes up here-- to page 31.” So began another day. Math and social studies dragged and her … Continue reading Smiling faces, sometimes.
She looks at him with nervous eyes and slips out of the knee-length robe into lingerie. In the midst chilly March nights, she shivers and gooseflesh pimples up and down the backs of her arms. She presses her palms lightly to each hip and turns to accentuate her hips. Well? He smiles, not … Continue reading Midnights in March
So today is Mental Health Day, So I wrote a thing. A thing that's pretty personal to me. It’s about more than just “being sad” or “antisocial” no matter what your mom/dad/extended family say. It’s about just wanting to shut away the world however you can. It’s about feeling that gnawing … Continue reading What is Mental Health?