Monthly archives: May, 2015

#164 Art

#163Art Being alone breeds discontent. If only I could find the right one, my life would be filled with joy. Love has eluded me and slipped away so many times before. Hope had disappeared because I was never smart enough to detect what was required to remain a duo. I always felt I needed more,…




#162 Help the poor and go to Heaven

#162 Help the poor and go to Heaven Goddamn, I needed a drink. My nerves were shot from thinking about going to hell for what I’d done. Reaching under the couch I found a half full bottle of gin, took a long drink and wanted to gag from the burning in my throat, but the…




#161 Wolves at the Door

#161 Wolves at the Door Smoke from the snow-covered cabin rose above mountain peaks. It appeared to be a peaceful and quiet night, but the quiet was deceiving. Angelo heard his horse, Gracie nervously kicking in her stall, and grabbed a lantern to light his way to the barn to comfort her. Sliding the heavy…




#160 Alto Saxophone

#160 Alto Saxophone In a little town in Illinois, in a bar near the Wisconsin border, I heard one man blowing his horn with honey-dripping sounds and watched a woman called Brown Sugar dance to the high alto saxophone notes. Her moves were like music itself, the way her body swayed in time with the…




#159 Peanut Butter Sandwich

#159 Peanut Butter Sandwich I watched the little kids playing on their swings, jungle gyms, slides and stuff. I’ve always loved the sounds of children playing. Their laughs and giggles brought me back to when I was a child and life was enjoyable. Not like today where I have to work as a maintenance man…




#158 Delusional

#158 Delusional I couldn’t believe the application I had to fill out for a minimum wage job. Was I married? No. Did I ever steal from an employer? “No,” like I’d tell them if I did. Then there was a grammar test, and they required me to write an essay about my life. I began,…




#158 Delusional

#158 Delusional I couldn’t believe the application I had to fill out for a minimum wage job. Was I married? No. Did I ever steal from an employer? “No,” like I’d tell them if I did. Then there was a grammar test, and they required me to write an essay about my life. I began,…




#157 See You Down Below

#157 See You Down Below Joe Di Angelo sat in his car on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean while he loaded his Smith & Wesson .38. He’d shoot his wife when she showed up. He’d make it look like a carjacking gone bad. If he hadn’t married her, his life could have…



#156 Trail 703

#156  Trail 703 71 years old and Joe acted like and thought he was in his 20s. Like a dummy he rolled down a mountain bike trail sprinkled with boulders, water-stops made from trees or rocks at a speedy clip on his hybrid bike. He jumped a log in the middle of the trail and…




#155 Love Doctor

Love Doctor Mark went to visit the “Love Doctor,” because he was having problems with, well, the name says it all. He dragged his mate along for an examination. “Come on, Sweety,” Mark said. “Yes dear,” his mate said. “Well she certainly is a fine looking specimen,” the Love Doctor said as though she wasn’t…