Her rhymes with sure. Him rhymes with dim. Rhymes have meaning, Sometimes demeaning. Which is something to remember when pronouning “member.”
All the lights were out. Rain, snow, sleet and hail drummed, thudded, and pummeled on roof, siding, and window. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled. Sport cowered under the bed. Ritter opened another beer. Furrz licked her paws. Dwain bitched because the internet was down and you can’t WOW and massively murder multi-players when the internet is … Continue reading A D-8T Cat, a Single-Wide, a Large Woman, and a Grizzly Bear
If the goat had not come into the house, nothing would have changed. Meggy and Fore would probably still be married, Dick Alsmond would probably still be alive, and the house at 6123 Flordock Road would probably still be pale beige like all the other houses on Flordock Road. But enter the house the goat … Continue reading Why the House at 6123 Flordock Road is Blue
Congregate is like aggregate. These are situations that occur among social animals. Social Animals love to congregate and aggregate, that is they like to huddle up and get close to each other. They also love to congress with each other, as do even a-social animals. But congressing is another story for another time. I … Continue reading Rule for Our Time: Do not Congregate, Aggregate or Congress
I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness
It is unlikely you know or know of Lon Darby. He is one of the unfortunate lost of our time—though if it were up to Millie Fray he'd be enshrined in mosques and temples and steepled churches right now. I had certainly never heard of him, nor of Millie Fray, before one night two weeks … Continue reading Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
You know what really hacks me? I mean really? In case you are serious about knowing what hacks me, here it IS: What really puts the oil on the fire of my synapses are those wastes of dirt and water who say girls are meant for being encrusted in dresses and frills and sugar and … Continue reading writelee-dot-com Threatens to Go Continental as in Atomic. And it Won’t be Pretty.
As far as most people were concerned Constance Sliver had a perfect name. She was nothing if not reliable and dependable, and generously so. She was also a slight little slip of a woman with a wide, tooth-bright smile that stretched ear to ear across the hollows of her cheeks. Her eyes looked like two … Continue reading Connie Sliver puts Ian to Sleep
Olaf Dinswuad was damned if he would let a light-weight hippie chick compromise normalcy and decency by exposing herself right there in the Dillon, Montana, MVA Licensing waiting hall. There were a lot of things Olaf damned-if about, but this was the damned-if to end all damned-ifs. When Olaf Dinswuad damned-ifed—which, as I have indicated, … Continue reading The Feeding of Little Phil Brudgditter in the MVA Waiting Room.
"All I got to say today is 'Present.' Full stop, no excuses, no presentations, no presents, no prescience, no predicates, no precursors, no predicaments, no apostrophes, or ellipses, or John Waynes. Period. Full stop. Exclamation point. I. Am. HERE. PRESENT!" These are the words Gregory Isenudgel used to begin that particular day. Unfortunately, Gretchen, that … Continue reading Gregory Learns Present is not Enough