The Saturday after Halloween is the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Its when the girls ask the guys out. It always starts with a big bonfire out at the River Park, and people throw dolls and stuff on it. The fire is just a excuse so nobody has to go pick anybody up for the date. Part … Continue reading Goat does not Go to the Sadie Hawkins Dance
The Timelessness of Having Time
On Monday the wind blew from the North On Friday the wind blows from the South. Both are cold winds. I feel the chill taint of October or perhaps November.
The Blizzard Whines
The blizzard whines through willow, bends the whole thicket, but one last leaf fluttering loose
What the Goat Knows, Nobody Knows
Jody hated Halloween more than he hated girls. Actually, he had recently discovered he was only mildly uncomfortable with girls. But Halloween was still the shits. His mother figured kids loved Halloween, kids loved Christmas, kids loved Easter, kids love Fourth of July because there was candy, fireworks, and toys under the tree. For one, … Continue reading What the Goat Knows, Nobody Knows
Haiku 8
To see hunter's moon slide door open and startle— deer shadows, gone.
Not Getting Older is Not in the Contract
“Lon?” Vera called. She craned her head and spoke into the rest of the house. She listened. “Lon, Eddie's here.” She cocked her head and listened again. She was a thin, tall woman with kind, brown eyes, and she always seemed to be smiling. Eddie believed it was genuine, but he wondered how she kept … Continue reading Not Getting Older is Not in the Contract
Advice Sorely Obtained#1
To empower a writer show them the Oxford English Dictionary, steal their grammar text book, and fire their spell checker. The good ones will manage regardless; the so-so will do fine; and the bad ones will fault out.
A Fabulist Dies for Lent
Billy Onnisdale started talking, and of course, because I was in need of entertainment and not being sober enough to stop him, I let him go at it. “I don't know if you remember old Dick Oslinfar. Quite a guy until he gave up lying. Which is why you probably don't remember him. Only thing … Continue reading A Fabulist Dies for Lent
A Cattle Week and Weekend
The cows do not know Fridays without the fine chew of cudding, and Wednesdays are good as Fridays, as are Thursdays, for cudding; Tuesdays are for cudding too. Wednesdays and Saturdays are to chew; Thursdays are to chew too. Like every Friday, Monday is just like last Sunday, which just like, Tuesday is a great … Continue reading A Cattle Week and Weekend
What the Rest of the Universe Needs to Know about American Football
In the United States we have a sports game that we call football. The rest of the world probably calls it slow ball. The rest of the world has a game they call football that they feel is superior to American football probably because it resembles actual conflict and requires constant activity on the part … Continue reading What the Rest of the Universe Needs to Know about American Football
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