From August, 2018

Baby’s First Airplane Ride

Chili powder, baby powder, clam chowder. My wife would pack gunpowder if TSA allowed her. You never know when you might need to improvise an explosive to blast your way through a damned fine dead end are words she actually said once (we were already married). Like what!? I asked, thinking surely she’d struggle to…

The Housewife Watches CNN

An accident at first, her husband gone to work, her stranded sans remote atop the treadmill, two miles still to run. And so, she watches. The volume low, she notes how still it blares; above, a comedy reel the feed below: The snow will turn to ice by morning. Senator ready to deal. And on…

When the War Found Me

I hid in high grass, resting my head on a picnic basket full of silverware and napkins, the blood purling through me in long warm rivers and my boots lying nearby, ugly and unlaced. I was digging my fingers into the dirt up to the last knuckle and drawing them swiftly out; all my chores…

Cyberpunk Spacetech

Databits jangling skullcore, overhead swing, busted box Cyberpunk spacetech wirehaven nightmaredream, Home is in a metal box, in another metal box, in space Sleepycircuit flustermorning jitterbeep Digital coffee, electronic steam Yeah, we’ve got all the tastes and flavors of Earth, baby, and Shit you’ve never experienced before – Darkshade caffeinemax brainmelter mochas, Darker than the…

Flight

The varied strands of his complicated existence had surely been woven only to strangle him in the end. But not quite yet, he promised himself, at least to the extent that this could be said to lie within his own power. Arguably the game was a somewhat pointless one at this stage, but he would…

Thrift Store

I walked around the thrift store like it was a museum. Looking at the details of yesterday one footstool at a time. I passed the posters of World War II era, the ones in which Uncle Sam points at me. The leisure suits as brown as new spring dirt. I found albums that completed someone’s…