—Margaret, your garden is so original. Sylvia stood across the waist-high fence separating our back yards watching me twine honeysuckle vine around my son Roger’s old baby chair, the latest item in my display of found objects. I knew Sylvia had a dart to throw, and that she resisted only because Roger was nearby, reading […]
Archive | February, 2007
Precise instructions for surviving a nuclear attack, as stapled to the back of a classroom door in a rural Wyoming high school circa 1955
In the event that the Soviet Aggressors of Europe and Asia should launch an attack on the United States of America the likelihood that a stray intercontinental ballistic missile will touch down on our school or its surrounding farmlands may be slim, but is nonetheless a prospect we should all fear and one for which […]
Higher Education
Elementary, my dear Watson, simply elementary. Any snot faced, foul mouthed child can go to university. Any conscientious student worshiping higher percentages as a true test can go to university. Any young man fortunate enough to have wealthy parents can lounge away his learning hours in a school pub researching the female anatomy. Any person […]
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Robert likes meals. Dawn likes Mr. Noodles. But she tries because she thinks she might love him. Making salad, and the knife, that bastard, slices part of her thumb nail clean off instead of wrecking havoc on the carrot as intended. Sucking her thumb she opens the door for Rob who doesn’t think it’s kinky. […]