Genesis: The Short Story That Never Was

              The broccoli was yellow.  But after Charlie swept the rock of sand and cut up the florets, they cooked well on the surface.  Yellow and all, they tasted fine.             He put on his goggles.  They turned the land blue.  But it was the cape clothes that made all the difference, three layers…

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Rob Ford Snags a Slave

            Rob Ford stood at a bus stop.  A black man with no hair turned in front of him and swung down the street, music playing on his device.  Rob Ford followed.             The black man bought cigarettes.  He bought candy.  He stared at a newspaper in a shop window and…

Fallow Wounds

           The first time I had the dream, my mom stayed with me until I went back to sleep.  The second time it came, two years later, I sat by myself and stared at the ceiling.  Then I went to the window and looked outside.  It was cold, fall.  I stayed…

Die.  Just die.  Hurry up.

A Day in the Life of WordPress Darling Trent Fucking Lewin

            Wake up.  What country is this?             Downstairs, the doorman greets me.  “Hello Mr. Lewin, how are you?”             “Fucking.  Address me as Trent Fucking Lewin please.”             “Oh, I see.  How quaintly Canadian.”             “Do you know Hook?  Do you know Hookie?  Tell me right now you fucker!”             Doorman looks confused.  Tries…

Home

The Distance and the Damage

              I am your boy, he said to the photograph at the end of the hallway.  Woodboards creaking, he leaned his head on the wall beneath the picture.  Put his hand on the glass of the frame.  Whispered words, the etching of a remembered prayer, the fragment of a stray…

Culpepper Pipe

Culpepper Pipe: One Version of Many

<<<Hi all, apologies for not having visited of late, I have been travelling like mad.  Below is a new story with a couple points of view (one Kate, one Mark).  I originally wrote the Kate parts and handed them over to Shards (http://shardsofdubois.wordpress.com/2014/06/01/culpepper-pipe-a-strange-collaboration-of-sorts/; her version is posted under this link) and Mark (http://markpaxson.com/2014/06/01/the-thunder-had-gone/; his version…

Machinarium

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       “Excuse me, but have you got a spot to plug in my dog?”        “No.  Be on your way.”  The broom handle chatted with the metal spindles at its end.  The scraping of steel against stone followed Jak as he and his dog walked down the street.      …