Scratch-Off
The uniformed driver stands in front of gate 10 and wrings his hands. “The bus is full,” he says, then…
Category: Original Lit
Welcome Back to Tango of the Road Rage Drivers
It was a typical morning. Feed the cats. Walk the dogs. Change the litter boxes. Defrost my car. Take my…
Pikesville Giant and Poor Devotee
She said, “Oh, honey, my heart goes out to you!” I kept on going. Dragging my walker down the frozen…
Louder than War: Are Movies Falling into the Same Loudness Trap as Music?
Over the past few decades modern music has become victim to the age of digital audio production. Authentic sounds and…
Being Henry Bemis
Every night for a month straight, I laid in bed watching The Twilight Zone on Netflix. The macabre stories of…
Living According to Tolstoy
I haven’t read a hard book since high school, where they force fed me books such as The Catcher in…
Russell Edson and the Strange Shape of Literature to Come
Like the character of the toy maker, Edson constructs his own worlds with parts of thoughts and feelings. His worlds…
Morning on Three Sides and Other Poems
Mornings. Like heaven. It's morning on three sides now Windows all around I love my old quilt Wrapped around me…
Gun Freaks: Are They Really Freaks?
Gun control is the topic of discussion after every rich suburban boy with an untreated mental illness gets angry and…
In the Mind of a Sleeping Cat and Other Poems
There was no god to begin with: only a small spectral entity lumbering up a tree. Not ennui, not cosmic…