literary journal
The pens the paperwork the desks the phones; the edges on top on sides and on bottom, all the same. The top edges of the partitions the worn down flat carpet, rug, or carpet, carpet, or rug version number three ha, ha the whiteshirts go to these desks, pluck up their phones, and talk to… Continue Reading →
It’s mass. It’s the second collection. Now the object of all this is to get the money. Concentrate on this, and this only. Get the money. He walks down the aisle toward the altar holding the long-handled basket; right down the center, he walks. Once at the first pew, he turns. He thrusts the basket… Continue Reading →
The workmen arrived at the site where they’d been building a roadside sign between a field of tall weeds on one side and a highway on the other. Okay, said the first workman. Today we got to frame the thing out. Simple, except for what I said yesterday. The boss says we got to do… Continue Reading →
The Captain worked shirtless in the hot sun digging post holes for a new fence. His next door neighbor, Iron Mike, would come over watching. The Captain worked hard, digging the first hole deeper. After his second pass with the spade, digging down, loosening the earth, He was using the clamshell digger to pull out… Continue Reading →
Hello! Here I am to continue the story about how I rode out a massive volcanic eruption, in the Pacific Northwest, whose brand name I am not permitted to mention, because the people that run the volcano never sent in their check to buy air time here, so; here it is. I sat with Harry… Continue Reading →
I got a tape for you to hear Sonboy. I got a tape you’ll hear to make you decide. Mom. That’s great but I don’t need help—I— Yes here sit down it’s short hear it out here. Her finger jabbed in starting it coming. It came. It said, The last but not least dimension of… Continue Reading →
Twenty-seven Christmases and just one gave up a Replogle globe—and believe it or not, that was where I met Dad, Sonboy. The globe factory. In the globe factory on the actual manufacturing floor there are many mansions. Many golden mansions out the lanes all branching up the hills past Peter’s gate. Past the big throne… Continue Reading →
Wait wait wait wait-wait-wait, Isolde! Again, you have not reached the minimum level to pass this audition. Your face is more Pilotblanket than Homo Sapiens, we don’t need a glamour-shot or hand-done old school brainwave chart to know you are no Gage. Your head is still symmetrical and you have no mates dragging behind. ‘splain,… Continue Reading →
“After a three-hour struggle to get him on the phone, he was rude and I should have just said I wasn’t interested.” –Actual online review posted by disgruntled plumbing service customer Spidey Manda the spidery wallclimber pushed in from his maternal gohole bigger than the average baby but smaller than the smallest grown man but… Continue Reading →
Yon be da pickleman rocking her boat dry. Got out and told him. Pickygrin? Litbubby. Prongies? May ketch the prongies? Might? Will. Have ketched the prongies. Doc. Hey Doc. I need help done gone ketched da prongies. Why? That’s why I’m here. Ask why I to you not backwards my way Doc. I think I… Continue Reading →
The Cabinet of Heed 