“What’s taking you so long?” Her dark eyes tossed him an impatient look as she led the way to the swimming hole. She was clutching a beach towel, and wearing a two-piece bathing suit under an oversized, pinstriped blouse. Her legs stretched leanly out from beneath its windswept hem while her dark hair trailed […]
after Ernest Hemingway Charles Thomas pulled the rowboat through the wet sand and down to the surf. Each spring he couldn’t help but remember how the story was told to him. As a young boy, she used to take him to a fishing hole she knew of which was surrounded by fruit trees. There, beneath […]
“Hey baby, when I write, I’m the hero of my shit.” Charles Bukowski There’s nothing like an itch you can’t scratch. On those Saturday nights, when I got itchy, I would drive down to this seedy, little bar on the corner of Way-South and West Street. It had a gravel parking lot that was occasionally […]
“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?” Albert Camus She lie in bed waiting for the alarm to sound. Her eyes wandered slowly around the room as she listened to the winter wind whistling outside the apartment. The darkness seemed like a physical thing—shadows moved upon the wall like pale ghosts. They […]
Once upon a time there were three blind mice. Ratso, Fatso, and Ifso and they all lived in a hole in the wall. They didn’t get out very much and more or less had to settle for whatever crumb fell at the foot of their door. One day Ratso had an idea. “Come on boys, […]
