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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 […]

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

Poor & Dumb
poetry

Poor & Dumb

Poor & Dumb you can be rich and dumb you can be poor and dumb dumb knowing no ethnic socio-economic … Continue reading Poor & Dumb

Meeting Expectations
stories

Meeting Expectations

Meeting Expectations Clive had demanded a hearing with his boss. His boss reluctantly granted it again. Clive took a seat … Continue reading Meeting Expectations

Love of Violence
poetry

Love of Violence

Love of Violence his father’s love could only be expressed through violence and acts of retribution like if an adult … Continue reading Love of Violence

Eye for an Eye
poetry

Eye for an Eye

Eye for an Eye in this old soft and lazy heart any spirit of fuck you, motherfucker!!!!!! like the lust … Continue reading Eye for an Eye

The Woman with 6 Kids
stories

The Woman with 6 Kids

The Woman with 6 Kids She was Catholic. My father wasn’t. She was Catholic and divorced with six kids, so … Continue reading The Woman with 6 Kids

Pork Chops
stories

Pork Chops

Pork Chops Big Danny was sort of a leader when it came to The Café. He always reminded me of … Continue reading Pork Chops

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