In the summer you place tea bags in a glass jar with water and bring it to the back porch. You hardly come out here any more even though it gets the best sun. You don’t wipe away the dust as you set the jar on an end table next to a notebook filled with [...]
Entries Tagged as 'Prose'
Bitch, you don’t know my life
December 19th, 2008 · No Comments
Tags: 2008 · AP Issues · December · Prose
Obituary for a Swell Guy!
December 19th, 2008 · No Comments
Old Tetrahedron Jim, straight out of the Eastern Bloc with a box for a head and a bag for a heart. A swaggering Bogart with egg cartons ‘neath his cassock like a tumored ninja turtle. Cassock being a gentle way to say muumuu, or tarp. The good tarp with the gilding that he wears outandabout [...]
