He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.

The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.

One night he woke up with Underdog laying next to him, breathing softly. He marveled at how fiction could make reality so much better.

Somewhere in her the name triggers/ a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong

I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that

now the days are empty and time has lost its head

Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.

Harold’s a thinker, authors their plans. Last week he swiped six encrusted cans of Stroh’s from a faded cooler in his dad’s garage. He and LS guzzled each one in a chigger-weed patch behind the school gym, slurping and thumbing a stack of purloined

Can I still be in your pictures?

He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.

Solomon just makes people leak. Literally.

A cult is one thing; it defies common sense that a commonly educated person cannot escape cultist thinking and belonging. That cult, A.A., is girded by police, fire, therapy, hospitals, insurance companies, and courts.

Only scotch and cheap champagne/ retain their reliable flavors.

A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.

of any cautionary tale is somewhere found rolling around in your own sweet voice for me. Your sound's still listing there inside my wobbly head. My head is too often in my open hands, grinning behind its face-mask like a parade on…