Most read stories

“Yo Donnie, Hawyadoon?”

13651365 views33 comments44 favs

“Fine, Tony, fine. I'm brilliant . How many times have I got to tell you my name is Donald now. All the time you're with that disgusting, “Donnie,” a grammar school name. Get some class. You own the matzo factory now. You're not just another…

Tendencies

13651365 views55 comments55 favs

Will he do it with a gun? If it’s a gun, will it be a short one, shaved so he can hold it against his head. Will it look like the photograph he showed me, black and brown. I told him he couldn’t possibly buy something like that from a Walmart.

Un Americano

13651365 views1818 comments1414 favs

His eyes are wide then narrow and brown. Hers are gray then they look away, toward the back door where a delivery driver has walked in, carrying a tray. Nothing is going to happen today.

Return to Porthfeddon

13651365 views33 comments22 favs

Once upon a time he'd thought her as cold a fish as her aristocratic husband

The Judge's Wife Part 6

13651365 views44 comments33 favs

—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.

Mike

13651365 views00 comments11 fav

“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”

To Whom It May Concern:

13641364 views00 comments00 favs

Now, we can argue about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, but there is no doubt that it takes eight spritzes of Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner, three spritzes of Lime-Away, and then a 30 second spray of Oust to incapacitat

Strange Humidity

13641364 views22 comments11 fav

The kitchen is full of old girlfriends. I avoid them. They are munching on cheddar and sharing stories I'm sure I don't want to hear.

The Fourth Prague Defenestration: 6

13641364 views11 comment11 fav

My grandfather rode with the Czar’s army. He was abducted from a village in Austria, trained to pillage and drink, plunder and rape, and ride the best horses that could be had. They were given the best vodka and the sharpest swords. They were all just b

But Wait, There's More

13641364 views22 comments00 favs

A rock group named Stuck Gas Pedal. Another named Tweezer. A group of young punk-rockers wearing neckerchiefs named Mein Kampfire. But wait, there’s more. A song called “We Were Being Facetious,” co-written by them all. Lost Flyswatter. That

Xmas Letter 2015

13641364 views55 comments55 favs

Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…

Again, the Spring

13641364 views11 comment22 favs

cuneus + forma

13641364 views00 comments00 favs

the warnings we fear are the selfsame ones of ourselves of our vertical need to be first to the heights redoubling its intractable charm of production— our inheritance.

The After-Sex Song

13641364 views66 comments22 favs

After sex he would get on his old refurbished upright piano and always play that same song. We came to know it as the After-Sex Song. It was really quite lovely, and touching. I think it made us all feel better around that building. Yeah, I remember t

Portfolio

13641364 views1313 comments99 favs

The line weights are spot on/ and the snap of lines is textbook/ for a discipline that died with AutoCad

Like Picasso

13641364 views00 comments00 favs

lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands you’d look up at me and smile

The Opposite of Fear

13641364 views66 comments44 favs

The rocks were pillows around her shorn head, the crimson stream running from her ears the only sign she had not chosen to lay down on them. Behind us, the rockface stood stoic; below us, the water lapped our feet.She held my hand in hers, giving me succor as I…

The Hamsa.... an excerpt

13641364 views00 comments00 favs

It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me. “Then I shall give it to you,” I reply. “No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil

Screaming Woman - Excerpt

13641364 views11 comment00 favs

Bree was mean as a bag of snakes and had done laid out most of the eligible bachelors in Culloden County at one time or another to the tune that at this point no man who’d heard of her wanted much truck with her.

Exordium

13641364 views00 comments11 fav

Overhead cranes balance ordinance from one end of the palatial enclosure to the other. There are robots, high-voltage, force-fields…more than a hundred ways someone could get hurt. I looked back again…She was gone.

More Of My Dark Job History

13641364 views55 comments55 favs

In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,

Pork Rinds

13631363 views11 comment22 favs

Johnny Rocket is on the I-pad, sad, He says, “Game on, King me, the Queen” Always "it", he eats pork rinds like mad, “King him again” high on amphetamine.In his sleep, ants come up from the floor board to eat french fries, cola, their aorta…

Paddy Wagon

13631363 views44 comments11 fav

So many are so sick.

*cute little space bat with scissors*

13631363 views11 comment00 favs

I AM A FIRE SWAN! THIS IS MY QUILT! YOU ARE MY QUEEN!

Thoughts That Wake Me Like a Bad Dream 1 through 3

13631363 views1212 comments1111 favs

The police states of German National Socialism/ and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies

Not Another Day In The Machine.

13631363 views00 comments00 favs

I A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was. 'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si

A Life of My Own - 6

13631363 views33 comments11 fav

. . . my mind stops idling, kicks back into gear . . .

Mississippi Jesus

13631363 views44 comments44 favs

"How the fucks he drivin' like that?"

Dream World

13631363 views33 comments22 favs

I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…

Meet Cute

13631363 views00 comments00 favs

This had the unintentional effect of me picturing her in a tight white top and tiny orange shorts. From up close like this, I had clearly misjudged her earlier. She could definitely be more than the quirky best friend in my movie.