Mounting Saint Mary. |
A marble would've rolled across the roomfaster than one of the pinewood derby cars my father and I made during my cub scout dayshad I dropped one on the floor ofthat Midtown apartment.The paint was to...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:38:00 GMT |
The Sins of Your Gods |
The bar was supposed to beclosing in ten minutes; the black-shirted kidbehind the tap had flashed the lightsthree times to designate Last Callbut none of the seasoned old mensitting in the smoke-fille...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 10:42:00 GMT |
Great Expectations |
I'm digging through a stack of CDs now, but most of the ones up here in my room are useless: the classics are scratched to the point of ruin, and the unlabeled ones are demos from defunct teenage band...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Jul 2009 18:00:00 GMT |
The right man for the job. |
The pit of my stomach spat on my lungs in disgustas I hit a pothole the size of a small child.I felt like the hubcap I'd seen leaning against a speed limit signa few miles back, praying to be reclaime...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:26:00 GMT |
Changed men, alright. |
It's so hard not to laugh whenthe broads have the nerve to hit youwith something like"My Gerald would never do such a thing,"or "James has changed so much since I've met him," or my personal favoritef...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:44:00 GMT |
A Sunday Afternoon |
We found our own eight feet of beachalong the Hudson, delineated by twisted treesand vines reaching out towards the salt air.I stood on the tips of my toespicking mulberries from the ancient treeand d...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:36:00 GMT |
conscience treading water |
Have you ever noticedhow places that sell thingswhich you may want to keep secretall have the same black plastic bagswith the diagonal gold stripes?The liquor store has them;the gun store;the porn sto...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 13:17:00 GMT |
Less talk, more bull. |
I crept up to the redlight and craned my necksouthward to check out the livestockin the trailer one lane over.The mid-afternoon sun shonefiercely through the translucent roofcasting a yellow glow upon...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 17:04:00 GMT |
Blood Money |
We were driving back fromthe gun store I'd discoveredout in Hopewell. I conned himinto joining me after workby offering to drive. Some menare even cheap with fortydollars-an-hour in their paychecksplu...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:59:00 GMT |
Best served cold. |
My partner, who's more of an opponenthad left work an hour earlyto get his car inspected, so he said.No one argued with his request.I was thankful for the silence, didn't mindworking alone. My foreman...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:28:00 GMT |
