Tuesday, September 22, 2015

911. One Two Three Four

One, two, three, four, the beast's hooves beat against the water.
Such as it could, it was afraid - terrified.
The ship was burning as it sank.
The horse was drowning.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

910. Capital A

This is a story about adultery.
It takes place between 9:00 and 9:15 in the morning on the leftmost of the twin beds in the upstairs bedroom.
It's the story of a man and a woman who is not his wife.
Neither the woman nor the affair are real - except they are.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

909. Corn

Mary-Margaret kicked at the dirt.
She was alone in an empty field.
"Maybe Thursday," she wrote in her little notebook.
That's when people would eat the corn.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

908. The old church

Their grandfathers' grandfathers cut its stone from the Quarry by hand, everyone said.
It was a part of their heritage, they all agreed.
How could those idiots at City Hall approve its demolition, they all demanded to know.
But, when the hat was passed around, they all turned out their pockets and cried poor.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

907. Just checking in

Dear Simon, I'm writing to you from "the other side" - lol.
All in all, it's pretty good, but maybe a bit too crowded.
Thumbs up to free tennis, but thumbs down to no longer being among the living ;).
Well, talk soon - probably.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

906. Moths

I went for a walk the other evening - in the twilight.
A moth flew right in my eye and scared the piss out of me.
But, I'm ok.
We're all ok.

Friday, July 31, 2015

905. And the Lord spoke

Moses looked to the sky, palms raised.
"Lord," he said, "Give us your laws that we might know we are your favoured people above all others."
"Uh, geez guy," said the voice of God ringing out from the heavens, "What if you were all like, equal and we played this cool."
Moses opened his mouth again to answer, "..."

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

904. 100 and 80

We keep a dartboard in the living room.
It's used for settling things, like who's right and who's wrong.
Sure it's dangerous, but it works.
Just try me.

Monday, July 27, 2015

903. "Robert"

My father has his own nickname for Bob Dylan.
Because he knows him.
Except he doesn't.
He shook his hand once at a concert - before he went electric.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

902. The sweet smell

Do you know it, the smell of success?
I imagine it as earthy and primal.
Then what are we smelling right now?