George Harrison: Living in the Material World
“Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet, and it’s great when I’m in my garden, but the…
Category: Original Lit
Being and Donuts
Well, it took three weeks before I first dropped into Jumping Donuts on the corner of Bleeker and Hudson, where,…
The Worst of Times
Listen, missy, if you really want to know why I live on the streets, you need to hear the story…
Clay
“Nuh-uh. You can’t do that.” Tommy sneered down at Oliver from where he sat atop the fallen tree trunk. He…
The Prisoner
The cell is small. The gentleman dressed in top hat and tails asks the jailer to turn the key. He…
Summer Monological
I The intricacies of a hummingbird’s wings are extraordinarily clear if you close your eyes and let the folds of…
Two Poems
Early Morning in the Side-Yard On the garden’s wall thighs and fingers pressed together pressed white— cold with dew bits…
Home Coming
The high school auditorium is packed chock-full of people, many I don’t recognize. It’s been at least three years since…
This is what it feels like to be dumped by a girl
The Actress stood barefoot in the hallway, discoursing on what great respect she had for me even though we could…
Bringing In The Sheaves
©2011 Glass Onion Productions A knock on the door. A disheveled looking thirty-some year old man opens it to find…