An assertively cheery "knock-knock-knock"on the door caused a dog barking maniacally to pop in the window of the quaintly ramshackle suburban ranch home one sunny spring day.  The teal aluminum siding was tarnished from time and wear.  the wind rhythmically manipulated a loose panel that clapped against the side wall with an ungodly metal on metal ( Read more... )

A little piece dedicated to my unborn child...Soon to sing for all to hear.

My tongue held fast in awe as if beholden to a higher call

enthralled, vulnerable, yet unafraid

So fleeting and profound, the senses reel

unraveling in synergistic embrace, separate voices sing out in unison,

their confluence resonates throughout the hollow world, ( Read more... )

They piled in the car, arguing about something menial and stupid, no doubt.  however that was forgotten pretty damn fast as it became no consequence in comparison to what happened next.  Still dragging his last pointless point through the dirt, Bob lowered the shifter into reverse and gunned it without even the faintest of glances into the rearview ( Read more... )

James puffed away on his afternoon J, all the while trying to vanquish the Crohn's  demon deep inside of him.  Chimichanga day was never a good idea for someone in his condition, but the intoxicating allure of Mrs. Doyle's "El Scorcho Sauce" Yet again made him forget about the vile intestinal penance awaiting him in such a way that it almost seemed ( Read more... )

5:00 AM: Buster's eyes opened wide as he heard the sound of my bedroom door slowly creek open.  I lackadaisically emerged to relieve myself prior to going back and getting some much needed inside-eyelid time for my action-packed day.  Making my way through the dim hallway, Buster pops out and announces, "IT'S BUSTER DAAAAYYYY!!," to which I react ( Read more... )

THE FOLLOWING IS AN HONEST TO GOD TRUE STORY. THE CHARACTER'S NAMES HAVE NOT BEEN CHANGED SO THAT THEY CAN ALSO BE HUMILIATED.

"Nate, close the door. Were you born in a barn?"  I sat in the cafe nook stool of my buddy's new-house-awesome-kitchen thinking up a smart-ass response....gathered. "No, but I was raised in one.  Reeeeaaaallly itchy.... ( Read more... )

Reginald stood in front of the class grasping a crumpled piece of notebook paper with chicken scratches every which direction, as well as a doodle of a Kodiak marmoset.  The deafening silence of his peers was sporadically broken by faint whispers and the occasional low snicker, which was quashed when Reggie cleared his throat with an obnoxiously ( Read more... )

Due to time limitations, I'll make the best with a quick hot-mess. enjoy.

The scent of orange FAGO and grease paint was heavy in the night air. “This is my destiny” she repeated internally, reveling in the moment. To Girty, nothing could be more poetic than an evening rife with raunchy dry humps and broken English, ironically fueled by about 2 ( Read more... )

     “If the creek don’t rise, I’ll race you to the top.” Was all the note read, but Henry knew what it meant. When they were kids, he and Roger would play in the woods behind Aunt Millie’s house. They found this creepy tree down by the creek in the ravine. It had two thick trunks that ascended towards the heavens. The first to their respective ( Read more... )

Henry Huffins sat hunched over like an inmate at a lunch table; manipulating the baby blue envelope with one hand while tapping with the other. His mind wandered as he began reading all the graffiti etched into the bar directly below his aching head. Most of it, as expected, was poorly spelled fowl language or hasty professions of “LOVE” drunkenly ( Read more... )