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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 […]

Isaac
poetry

Isaac

Isaac would you wager the life of the one you most love to prove that all you believe is true? … Continue reading Isaac

The Art of Polishing Turds
nonsense

The Art of Polishing Turds

The Art of Polishing Turds “A bear shits in the woods,” he said. “I’ve heard that,” Ike said. “But it … Continue reading The Art of Polishing Turds

Lying in Bed
stories

Lying in Bed

He said he’d tried all the magic potions and medicines for getting out of bed. He said he’d tried them … Continue reading Lying in Bed

Fine Print
stories

Fine Print

The candidate said he was going to make everybody happy. He was gonna make everybody safe and prosperous. He was … Continue reading Fine Print

Callous Bastard
mostly true stories

Callous Bastard

Callous Bastard out walking in the park broiling on the blacktop of an august afternoon a younger woman was walking … Continue reading Callous Bastard

Stupid, Stubborn & Mad
poetry

Stupid, Stubborn & Mad

Stupid, Stubborn & Mad you’re stupid and stubborn and it will drive you mad you need to accept the contradictions … Continue reading Stupid, Stubborn & Mad

Turning Corners
poetry

Turning Corners

Turning Corners like death he feared freedom because both offered so few if any answers in a short indifferent life … Continue reading Turning Corners

Noble Cause
poetry

Noble Cause

Noble Cause malignant noble causes their nobility always the tyranny of some petty despotic autocrat noble causes preying on the … Continue reading Noble Cause

Affair
poetry

Affair

Affair this affair between me and these words we keep it illicit telling nobody cause it’s sorta like carrying on … Continue reading Affair

Luck
mostly true stories

Luck

I was working on a tall draft. I was waiting on a fish sandwich and fries that the mumbler on … Continue reading Luck

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