How Delmare Wrote his Next

“Saloon was a fancy name for the place. Saloon had associations by etymology that suggested class. This was not a class place. The squeak-hinged door had squeaked the same tune for forty years—opening-to-closing, six days a week. (Closed Sundays, except for select parties and football games.) A twenty-four inch, dust-dimmed TV hung from the ceiling … Continue reading How Delmare Wrote his Next →

What’s it All Worth, Anyway?

Billy Oswalling got out of his battered pickup, and came across the gravel driveway. It is a gorgeous day, and about to get gorgeouser, Eric Tiodine thought. He wasn’t getting any younger and sitting on his veranda in the morning easing the aches of life was one of his last pleasures. He swung his left … Continue reading What’s it All Worth, Anyway? →

Hair Skirt

They ogled young Godiva of Beruit who was known to be beautifully hirsute, but, alas, not lewd for she covered when nude by weaving hirsute for her suit.

Two-fer-Tuesday on Wednesday

under this lonely moon bemused by a solitary goose 'wonkg'— wanting the perfect V migration

Two Birding on a Monday Morning!

Writelee is two birding today, and referring to a post made this morning on Quora.com. Writelee believes he can do this because he thinks any question regarding how the English Language is spelled is quaint. This is not a bad thing. But it is fun for peeps like Writelee who like twiddling conventions. Please see: … Continue reading Two Birding on a Monday Morning! →

Late. Aspen leaves rustle shake glints of harvest moon— GeWongk of geese fades south. In response to the Ragtag Community WoD: panoply

What Neither of Us Wanted to Hear, but What I Knew Already

I followed the hearse in. And then, I drove around until I found him. He was feeding pigeons popcorn in the park across from the big stone church on North Second. He sat on a park bench in the sun with his back to the street, but I knew it was him. If you grow … Continue reading What Neither of Us Wanted to Hear, but What I Knew Already →

They Begin the Descent into the Ufflands

“It’s the only way,” Evan said. He scanned the steep ice filled chutes and the long steep ridge. “Obviously. But where does it go?” Dorothy had a lot of things she had to be thinking of. Not the least of which was the seed she carried. “Seed of a new mankind,” the old shaman had … Continue reading They Begin the Descent into the Ufflands →

A Holiday to Inner Harbor, Baltimore

An idle afternoon to finger lace with suburban longing and taste our unhungry way through a day, when she came upon us like salvation. Please sir please may I wash your windows Please sir I’m trying to feed my little girls I’ve got GlassClean. And we gazed over glinting water and the dance of sails— … Continue reading A Holiday to Inner Harbor, Baltimore →

Hot wind, leaves rustle, flash green then silver with sun— Christmas tree lights! copious