“Life is but a dream.” I’d rather say “Life is but a nightmare.” Or maybe, “Life is but a bad dream.” Is this about the man who fell asleep and dreamed he was a butterfly, and when he awoke he didn’t know whether he was a man, or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?…

“Time will tell“ I thought to myself as I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Time will tell” I said out loud as the clock ticked and the minute hand jumped ahead to next tic mark at 2:06. It was dark outside and I was troubled. It was my conscience—my relentless conscience piled…

Joey Ford was a human pickup truck—he was like an F-100 with legs. He was a Ford. He had a Ford. He drove a Ford. It was too funny. One of his favorite things to do was ford creeks when the spring melt was running. He had an extender on his air filter so he could ride…

I can’t tell you what I feel right now, Filling my mouth with those words is like trying to juggle water. It can’t be done: I can’t pour out my soul. I would choke on it. But anyway, I don’t know how to do it. In fact, I don’t think it can be done. I…

I love going to the library because it is a refuge from life’s cacophony. It is quiet and everybody has their head reverently bowed, reading, some moving their lips. The moving lips irritate me. It’s like reading out loud with the sound turned off. Sometimes I can hear them softly whispering, especially the children. They…

Preacher: Who said the sky is blue? Who said the earth is round? Who said climate change is a fact? Who said abortion should be safe and legal? And now, get ready to roll around on the floor spewing puke and crying: Who said people should be permitted to change their sex?  It is those…

“Who the hell took my hinges? You scum! Give them back!” I yelled and yelled. Upstairs. Downstairs. Out by the fence. The cowardly bastard was hiding with my hinges somewhere—probably in the tall grass down by the main gates.  I have been collecting hinges for 5 years. I buy them on the internet. Ever since…

The marrow was juicy. It dripped down my chin. Bones are hard on the outside, soft on the inside. I am a bone. My outer visage is hard and smooth. Inside I am soft and gooey like a custard pie. I am smooth and solid. Yet I can be broken by the burden of time,…

Her brain was fried; yesterday, tomorrow and today: last year, for all time. “You better shut up,” she said to the mirror “You better take a walk. No, I’m too tired. You will take a walk. We can go together. You will walk while I look around. Come on. Let’s go.” She started out the…

“Big Bill!” I yelled after I read what was in the envelope. Bill answered “What?” And came running into the kitchen. “What do you want?” he asked looking puzzled. I told him I wasn’t calling him—the credit card bill was big—really big. And then I asked him why he thought I was calling him “Big…