Morning, after election eve, November 8, 2028 As I break out of sleep, I hear in my mind, the throb of Hauser, my favorite cellist, crashing his rendition of Sway, as if he were setting the world afire in dance, an historic...
Heavy metal for breakfast with a side of banging plates. A 50-ish brassy blonde blurts out orders with the ire of a marine drill sergeant. Cooking oil creates it’s 70th pair of “over easy.” “Mother” and “Grateful” inked on the...
If cow-face Jackie wanted to get married in the dead of winter, that was Jackie’s business, her bovine business, and there was an end. Mrs. Tom Collins allowed the leather pedicure chair to envelop her. She sat on it, sat in it,...
Lois Marie Harrod’s l9th collection of poetry, The Bed the Size of a Small Country, is...
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion – Albert Camus
