“My favorite movie? Well, that’s a difficult question. My favorite genre is sci-fi fantasy, so the easy answer would be Star Wars. The first one, which was only renamed ‘A New Hope’ in later releases. But if we’re honest, despite the way that it was a cultural phenomenon and a special fx powerhouse, it was…
Jessamyn sat on a bench in the middle of the city park, having counted the cement blocks it had taken to get from the curb next to the lot where she’d parked the car to the bench she was on now (twelve). The path was curved, bordered on either side by neatly manicured grass that…
(Written in 1997) This was not the first time he had been there, by any call. Steve had been there on many occasions, his back pressed against the cold concrete, his breathing short, the last rays of the dying sunlight peering through a small greasy hole in the window. This was not the first time,…
When I was 17, I wrote a novel that got published a few years later. It wasn’t in press for very long, and then it spent a long time existing mostly in my basement (moving between several basements). Last year, I scanned it and cleaned it up a little; now I’m posting it here, in…
Last week I was finally tagged in one of those items: “Post a _____ every day for _____ days, without comment.” In this case, it was “Post an influential album every day for ten days, then tag someone else.” Right off the bat, by the way, I’m not tagging anyone else. Anyone who wants to…
(To the tune of “The Addams’s Family”) He’s selfish and he’s creepy He’s grabby and he’s peepy Let’s hope he’s getting sleepy It’s Trump and family His wife is kinda dour Gaslighted and so sour Was it worth it for the power? It’s Trump and family Slick! Sick! Small dick! And don’t forget the daughter…
(Somewhere in a golden hotel room, Donald Trump’s starting to realize The presidential race has turned its back on him. It’s three a.m.) It’s three a.m., and the press has gone I’m sittin’ here Tweetin’, the rage still warm Maybe Steve Bannon is tired of takin’ chances Yeah there’s a vote to be lost, electors…
First you take some clay and mold it ’til it’s hollow, Then you make some air holes that your fingers ought to follow, Then you play a ditty or a paean to Apollo… Hey, ocarina! — ptkh 09.27.10
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