The ‘IF’ Factor
Fifteen minutes left. Time was laughing in his face, in autocratic control of the situation. He was subject to the intervals. The sunlight beckoned through the window, but he was afraid to rush to...
Tagged: routine
Smoking Spectators
Short Story I was with Slick, smoking pot. We were hotboxing my car in the Kroger parking lot. It was dark out, around ten o’clock at night, and we were very high. My...
Empty Thread
Stitches never end Up and down the endless thread Weaving an interrupted string Rushing to quiet a wish to sing Ceaselessly working Progress is gnawing Is the epic promise growing? Almost there, just a...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part One
Short Story About the time Jennifer was old enough to leave elementary school, her mother bought a dog; a golden Pomeranian she had named Cosette, or something as equally asinine for an animal....
Death of a Karaganda January
Poem The world swims into focus And I pick the burden back up, Smile and wave. Through my special glasses, some days, Is the only way I can bear it. Drudgery has eaten...
The Janitor
Short Story The janitor was always depressed and cynical. This was nothing new. The monotony of his occupation had left him numb, but he had no complaints. The anxiety he used to experience...
