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Dandelions

Dandelions

Dandelions Kurt sat cold at the end of his driveway, a bowl of sugary offerings for the children settled in his lap. He treasured Halloween, but the festivity was winding down. Night had completely fallen. Most of the children and parents had come and gone. Parents with children dressed as pirates and superheroes and princesses, […]

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams I’m intrigued by certain correlations. Sometimes I’m struck by bits of information and try to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. The human puzzle, I guess you could (pretentiously) say. One of these bits is the obsession with the Cadillac Escalade. Heck, I probably shouldn’t care. There’s better things to think […]

The Gamble

The Gamble

The Gamble Fitzi went all in on four Queens/8 high. Jimmy beat him with a straight flush of hearts. He raked Fitzi’s chips into his pile. “You buying back in?” Jimmy asked. Jimmy had all the luck. It confounded Fitzi because Jimmy didn’t appear to be much of a man of God. He didn’t even […]

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat There’s an online petition to stop lab-grown meat from being served in schools. When I heard about it, I needed to know more. The petition lists reasons why serving lab-grown meat in schools is a bad idea. These reasons are kind of boring, so I scrolled down to where people have posted videos […]

Fingernails

Fingernails

Fingernails Sometimes, when I cross the line to Indiana, I stop at Howie’s truck stop diner for a pork tenderloin sandwich. See, I was born and raised in Indiana. Now I live just across the state line. But, because I’m a Hoosier by birth, when I go over to Indiana and pass by Howie’s, I […]

Category: poetry

Art of Intercourse
poetry

Art of Intercourse

Art of Intercourse it might be better to be a lousy lay and a limp fuck who can’t write very … Continue reading Art of Intercourse

The Hollow Art of Dreaming
poetry

The Hollow Art of Dreaming

The Hollow Art of Dreaming a man thought of going fishing like he used to as a kid. he thought … Continue reading The Hollow Art of Dreaming

Wise Man
poetry

Wise Man

Wise Man a wise man once said, “don’t talk politics or religion at the bar.” an even wiser man said, … Continue reading Wise Man

Simple, Simple Things
poetry

Simple, Simple Things

Simple, Simple Things she talked about playing with her dogs she talked about playing with her cat she talked about … Continue reading Simple, Simple Things

Food Pantry
poetry

Food Pantry

Food Pantry glenda’s not poor but her best and only friend is glenda’s friend is so poor she doesn’t always … Continue reading Food Pantry

Aunt Laurie
poetry

Aunt Laurie

Aunt Laurie as an infant my mother abandoned me to the care and rearing of a temperamental and immature father … Continue reading Aunt Laurie

Old Friends
poetry

Old Friends

Old Friends joe gave his old friend $300 to bring them food anytime he visits joe gave his old friend … Continue reading Old Friends

Roads to Nothing
poetry

Roads to Nothing

Road to Nothing like the meandering pointless roadways to nothing the roads to something run in all directions too the … Continue reading Roads to Nothing

Heritage
poetry

Heritage

Heritage i am a product of my bloodline my heritage my lineage so all those things are essential parts of … Continue reading Heritage

Objets Trouvés
poetry

Objets Trouvés

Objets Trouvés one’s junk another’s treasure objets trouvés like a dream of rags to riches the cardboard box to the … Continue reading Objets Trouvés

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