Archive | September, 2010
Publish or Perish
Usually when Howard Green started a new story the words flowed faster than blood from a severed artery. Around noon, however, his typing fingers could almost keep pace with his thoughts. Howard always got a little distracted waiting for the post to arrive. The mail slot opened. Howard seized the letters before they hit the […]
The Oath
Clerk in the local drugstore my first real job privy to all the town’s secrets but sworn not to tell. I know who is on the Pill and who should have been which teacher is schizophrenic the old bachelors who buy Penthouse whose kids are shoplifters the teen heartthrob with crabs. I’ve bitten my tongue so often it […]
Where’s your soul?
Match Point
From: Allen, Woody To: NYC Tennis Club [member-lstsrv@nyctennis.com] Subject: RE: Reminder Today 3:00 p.m. Sorry everyone, but I won’t be able to make it today due to an unexpected semi-urgent situation I must attend to, which I will attempt to explain. Just to clarify, this is a real situation, and I’m not simply avoiding Rupert […]
My Apartment after Watching The Searchers (1956)
I ask the cricket smashed in my entryway what paper towel I should use to smother him with. “Do you want Bounty? My roommate only buys paper towels she sees on TV.” He says I’m the John Wayne of crickets, son. Quilted pockets or not, I’ll only feel you for a bit. Just don’t shoot me […]
Canadian Gothic
Perspectives From the Psychiatric Ward
Battle Royal If team mascots ever came to life, I bet you’d think the Red Sox wouldn’t be much competition. But what if they filled themselves full of rocks and swung around real fast? They could probably do some serious damage. Until they ran into the White Sox. And then I guess it would depend […]
Atlantis is in the Cookie Jar
The gondolier’s steadied hand has not stopped counting lovers with leaf-blower premeditation and something under the nails that collects and festers. All the old cities are under water, the cathedrals filled with masonic ironies etched into their austere faces, and the bistros that once lined the boulevard with hard-to-pronounce menus and discounts for seniors and […]
Coattails
i want a cat who can play the drums all day long the cat’s up in his room playing the drums perfecting his craft, or better yet a cat that can waterski when the gang’s all here on a long summer dock admiring my waterskiing cat. i want my cat to make it big broadway, […]