The first pseudo intellectual I ever knew was a clarinet player with tentacles? I can’t remember the second one, but when I try to, I can only picture chalk boards with drawings of stars and sporadic squiggles that connect in the middle to form black holes among the chaos. Every day I make tally marks […]
Read More Norman DoorAn old man skated figure eights on the surface of a frozen lake. He thought about all the times before When he would come to this place with his friends, and they would all feel a burning in their lungs from the cold air. For some reason his old body did not falter under the […]
Read More Looking Out Across The IceThe vending machine clicks against the Twix bar’s shiny wrapper, and of course it proves far to good to be true. His fist comes down like a hammer on the thick plastic shield protecting the property of the unseen candy distributor. Where are you? He thought to himself staring at the crooked candy bar caught […]
Read More VendingThere were fences everywhere in the weird spaces between backyards. They ran parallel to each other and created little hallways where grass grew and was difficult to mow. Sometimes the high school kids would gather in these corridors to smoke weed or drink beer, in the summertime, or after class. The tall wooden planks sheltered […]
Read More Amnion Of The DepthsSpring had finally arrived in Athens, and this marked the busy time of year for the Academy. The semester was winding down and there were stacks of scrolls in Rafa’s office for him to go over and grade before the end of the term. He paced around his chamber and his sandals slapped against his […]
Read More The Prestigious Professors Of Plato’s AcademyLittle weeds grew in between the tiles that made up the path to the street, and the wind blew against them in a way that made them look like they were waving at her. April sat on the stoop of her childhood house and watched those waving weeds like they were television, and occasionally heard […]
Read More How To Get To Where You’re GoingGetting lost in new places was the only thing Frank cared to do anymore, and he arrived in Pittsburgh that cold fall morning to try it there. He had just hitch-hiked his way back down from Maine after spending some time up there as a bartender to re-coup some money. He now walked along the […]
Read More Crossing All The Happy BridgesLewis drove slowly over the densely packed snow that covered the road. The ambulance rolled quietly and controlled well despite the conditions. To his left and right were acres and acres of farmland hidden under a weeks’ worth of fresh powder which lay undisturbed and pure. The only thing that broke up the wide spread […]
Read More A Snowy Field at the Edge of the County
