Abstracted

We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm. How they had shed their original color and become something altogether more vibrant and violent, whipping back and forth in the sky like so many things we could imagine. We realized the many metaphors and metonyms that happened in our minds were crafting … Continue reading Abstracted

“That’s cool,” I said.  “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”

The tie emboldened me as I had hoped it would. For some months I had been trying to get a new stapler for my department but found myself thwarted at every turn. The chain of command had to be followed precisely, and any deviance could end in termination.  First my department chair would be notified … Continue reading “That’s cool,” I said.  “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”

One of the kids standing up in the back seat is holding an AR-15

The Dallas streets are mostly empty, and I kick my way around the block, ambling generally in the direction of my car, but in no hurry. I hear a distant yell, and squealing tires.  I turn and see some teenagers joyriding a convertible.  The driver is straightening out after a high-speed drift through a red … Continue reading One of the kids standing up in the back seat is holding an AR-15

On Nostalgia (and hallucinogenics)

The problem with frogs is that sometimes they are covered in chocolate and sold as premium confections and other times they are simply bad, bad news. This was the truth as revealed to me by Wuckfit Juberock, who, in another time, was a good friend, his redneck tendencies notwithstanding. Of course, his memory becomes less … Continue reading On Nostalgia (and hallucinogenics)