In the Net
Fish and Chip Shops don’t scare me. Well, maybe a little, when all those open-mouthed marine creatures, splayed out on beds of ice, stare up at me. It’s their eyes: little lifeless baubles staring into nothing. There’s always a flutter in my throat as I picture schools of snapper swishing past me, crabs scuttling the […]
Baby Yoda: A Mild Complaint
I do not care for this little lurker, this tiny green Nosferatu with ear spears and black eyes of pure death, for whom I’d welcome seeing less of, meaning never again. Arguably, this may coincide with similar complaints against the Kardashians, the rise of kale, and laundry detergent pods (for which we now know complaints […]
The Teardown
A week after their not-a-one-night-stand at her place, Ray invited Edie to his house. The house lived in the center of its own small forest behind a suburban industrial park. Edie stayed over, then simply stayed. Although, staying implies a passivity where in fact there was grasping intention to establish herself. She thought it was […]
Whoever Gets Burnt from the Porridge, Blows on the Yogurt, Too
Just afore Lent, a crone popped her foul head through my cottage door. “I smell hunger,” she said. “I’m a recent widow with a young son.” “I smell birth.” “I’m with child.” She offered me a coarse wooden bowl. “It fills itself with porridge,” she said. Oh, the nonsense people come up with to plague […]
The Jersey Devil Stays Busy
Have you heard the one where I drive a convertible around the Pine Barrens, playing chicken with oncoming traffic, running the unsuspecting off the road? I like that legend, but I’d never sit behind the wheel. I hitch quite a few rides, mumbling to the drivers from the passenger seat. Not in any physical form, […]