The automobile has always had a sexual allure for me. The way the engine sounds when you turn the ignition, the smell of its hot machinery under the hood, the shift knob and its peddles, an appendage and buttons that allows you complete control: speed, its growls, its groans, sighs, scrapes and screeching– if not…
The bicycle ride by the old river conjured up old contorted ghosts, ghosts mumbling about the good old days, about the bad old days, and the messy stack of days in between. The water is higher than it has been in about thirty years, I heard someone say. Gnarled wooden hands peaked in the middle…
I came home late and was taken aback by the chairs in the dark, they had all been moved and were facing each other away from the dining table. The street light always managed to penetrate through the blinds on the sliding door that lied between the living room and dining room. I spat the…
I came home from work on a Sunday night to find one of my neighbors walking to and fro and carrying a few boxes. She approached me quickly, after she caught me on her radar and gave me no opportunity to run. “Do you live around here?” “I do.” “My name is Gritella, nice…
What sudden clamor did arise?, I wondered as a relentless raucous yanked me from my slumber. The icicles outside once plump, then sharp and pointy, and now falling to their broken backs and melting deaths outside my home…had a clump of snow slid from my roof unto the ground? No, that wasn’t it, I though…
Obtuse is an understatement, he thought as he grabbed his briefcase from his luxury car and straightened out his tie. Viciously vapid and exuberant in his exhales, he bit into the butt of his cigarette. The banal routine of family life was provoking a rather putrid insecurity within him. Every lawn, green…every sprinkler in sync….
Her mother was bigger than most girl’s mothers. Everyone at school would approach her and ask her if they could come over and play when the day was done. She knew it was their curiosity that inspired the facade of friendship. She would simply say, “yes.” “Mother, I’m home. I brought another friend with me…
Mr. Smith drove home from work, parked in the driveway, and opened the door with a smile and belted, “Honey, I’m home!” He felt uneasy…straightened out his tie, cleared his throat and repeated it a little louder. There was no scent of dinner dancing in the air. He could not hear anything sizzling in the…
I used to be a born-again christian, or so I thought. I prayed, tithed, studied the “good word”, treated my neighbor with kindness, compassion and respect. I was generous to many a fellow traveler. At times, I would embark on journeys to “spread the good news”, hitch-hiking from place to place without care for money…
Ever been in a shitty mood, angry,generally disappointed, sad, not “feeling it”… and or a combination of all those things on top of being sick? And then all of a sudden… Enter whiny spaghetti-western winds. Grey clouds…overcast crumminess…as I drove to the local supermarket. My windshield wipers wouldn’t shut the fuck up–they’ve been that…
