Flying Car Island: Page 8

The next morning Bodaway found himself asleep curled up in tatonka fur. He jumped up and made his way to breakfast with some other late night merry-makers. As he ate a fried egg with a group he danced with the night before, the man he recognized as...

Secret Letter To Klaus: A Poem Time Capsule For My Son, In November 2011

Klaus and wooly bear caterpillar Beware the overcast short day my boy In this world, when there's little light, it can be the most cursory of black holes Except you my little one year old friend, somehow You are an infinitely glowing zenith,...

Philosophers Fist Fight For UFOs and Corn: A Story Dedicated To Joe Frazier and Muhammad Ali

My harvest of hops was complete, and it was once again time to bring my rare "Fighting Bob" breed of Bavarian hybrid beer-fruits to my local family owned brewery. I had been making this trip for just over a decade, it was my favorite errand to run...

The Malcontent Pseudo Pharma InterAstral Rattus Rattus that Subdued the Suburban Disillusioned Dude

This fictitious short story is dedicated to the jazz art angel Sun Râ. “Nature doesn’t repeat itself…why should I repeat myself?” The thin grey figure stood eight feet tall, walking down the sidewalk during an amber sunrise she called...

Hunting Art Impetus with Soy Sauce and Sumi-e

I am no monk, that’s for damn sure, no peaceful Buddhist or fish-multiplying Jesus. I am mostly a man full of rage and contempt, for myself, for humanity, even for art. But I hold that in, I pressure cap it off with books and television, with...

Book Review: Sundown, Yellow Moon

SPOILER ALERT!!!THE FOLLOWING REVIEW DOES INDEED REVEAL SOME OF THE MORE POIGANT HIGHLIGHTS OF SUNDOWN, YELLOW MOON, !!! Read Sundown, Yellow Moon holistically, that is my best advice for approaching this book. Sundown, Yellow Moon seems to me to...

Flying Car Island: Page 7

The woman with the firm cheek bones washed his hair and the rest of his body. The fumes from this undertaking overwhelmed the poor woman several times, as she coughed and sneezed and finally spit in an effort to purge herself of Bodaway's offensive...

You March Hardest In The Idiot Parade

When you hear that booming sound, of the drums and clatter of mindlessness you look all around you to see what you can grab, and shake and insult as you create an elegiac orbit of suffering around you. The gold trumpet of a bigot blurts out loud,...

The Grouse That Was A Mother Flicker

For many years now, when I'd see this yellow-winged bird retreat I thought for some reason, it was a grouse. I think it was because, when I spent some quality hiking time with my Uncles Gregg and Dean as a boy, they pointed out that a retreating...

Vehemently Biased Underreporting Of Wisconsin Debacle by New York Times Proves Colossal Failure For Mainstream Media