Monthly Archives: March 2011

Up There With Jesus

Posted on March 31, 2011 by

At funerals you always hear: I bet he’s up there with Jesus, bowling, or knitting, or whatever it was the person enjoyed doing. Jesus must be up there busy entertaining. I imagine Jesus Christ as the Martha Stewart of the afterlife. Angel:  … Continue reading →

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What the Doctor Said

Posted on March 30, 2011 by

Mary reached to hug her husband, excited to share what her doctor had told her. Charles held her back by the shoulders. “What?” she asked. He walked to the other side of the couch. Mary could see that there was something deeply … Continue reading →

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Trigger Finger

Posted on March 28, 2011 by

Jake hated being a video game character. Jake hated being so two dimensional; he hated being so violent; but, most of all, he hated having no control over his body. Jake was constantly in the hands of anyone from, a … Continue reading →

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The Dirtiest Word

Posted on March 27, 2011 by

Fuck didn’t feel like a dirty word. Fuck had showered and put on clean clothes. Fuck was only perverted in someone else’s mouth. Fuck never cursed itself. To Fuck, Fuck was simply I or me, depending if Fuck was subject or … Continue reading →

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I Smell Burnt Toast

Posted on March 27, 2011 by

I gave the toast at my niece’s wedding tonight. It went like this: Jessica invited me to give the toast on marriage and I am a good choice, cause I’m thirty-six and single. I respect the institution too much to enter it. … Continue reading →

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I Drink Therefore I Write

Posted on March 26, 2011 by

Sometimes poetry slips into a coma and it can only be conscious in dreams I’ll never remember. I know I know this, but I have no idea how I know I know this. Some things you just know you know … Continue reading →

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Ecstasy and the Chemistry of Love

Posted on March 25, 2011 by

                      Follow me on Twitter! “So, what’s it going to be?” The nurse asked him. Mike had hoped the choice would be clear as soon as he was offered The Cure. It wasn’t, not for Mike, who stood humming the national … Continue reading →

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I Liked This Funeral

Posted on March 24, 2011 by

A sign that we’ve lost the ability to communicate: I read this wall post on Facebook: Dude, sorry to read about the death of your grandpa! Below there were four ‘likes.’

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Building the Great Wall of China

Posted on March 23, 2011 by

Xingping loved the mountains, the clouds, the trees, the breeze. The only thing Xingping didn’t love was all the work. Xingping was a man who appreciated that he was alive, so, he looked at life as a benefit, no matter … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Three Hands Clapping

Posted on March 22, 2011 by

“It’s a match.” “How can you be sure?” Max challenged. “DNA don’t lie,” Carol smiled. She was doing her best not to give away too much of the excitement bubbling inside her. She felt pregnant. “But, we can’t be sure it’s his. … Continue reading →

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