Jane, Get Me Off This Crazy Thing!
What were the Jetsons’ besides the wet dream of acceleration uninterrupted? The year is 2062. From the opening credits, it’s…
Category: Original Lit
Glass Eyes
Endless displays of memories frozen in time decorated empty spaces along the walls. Children laughed and chased each other from…
Santa’s on Xanax
Sitting -- toe deep -- in the white-beach pseudo-snow, the tides tying time into knots of irrelevancies . . .…
Elegiac, Creeping, Oceanic
So I was sitting in a Starbucks at this sort of long, skinny table with two stools at it; I…
Unfinished Business
Jack Harvey had been coming to Germany for many years. A successful salesman whose retirement was quickly approaching, he wanted…
I prefer funerals.
I worked for years as a church custodian, and I always liked working funerals better than weddings. For one thing,…
What’s Wrong With President Coin? The Hunger Games, Rousseau, and the Future of Compassion
The Hunger Games trilogy has evolved from the little book that could (the initial, modest success of the first novel…
Woman II and Impressionist with Synesthesia
Light clinging to my teeth, the pulleys in my cheeks playing tug of war relentlessly, wondering if the noise of…
Drifting Apart
Sun’s unfiltered poisonous rays. Crusts of Algae scum. Slow amoebic waves. Bubbling magma of words. Pushing and scraping underneath. Movements…
Magazine and Other Poems
Magazine You open up at me Quotation marks drool and There are so many breasts. The Land of Oz is…