Dear Subconscious, Thank you for your submissions over the years. However, your recent creations have become out of control. It is in your best interest to reign it back, or we may have to halt […]
He had to use the bathroom. Mom and Dad were in the backyard, so I let him in.
He scoops out a little bit of my brain, and tastes it.
The rules were — or what happened was — that the ball was tossed up above the group of us boys and whoever grabbed it first ran like hell away from everyone else who chased […]
This house doesn’t have roaches like our old house; But it’s a lot to deal with when he’s screaming At me (today) in a sealed up, hot garage that smells Like stale beer and left-over […]
Not a word about the man in the crushed-purple-velvet suit, cheetah-print-rimmed fedora—pointing the way towards the post-game-show—with his zirconia topped cane.
And yet upon graduating college you insist on leaving that lumpy brown heap on the sidewalk, a little going away gift to your neighbors who never once flattened your tires as payback for the red […]
Mrs. Barrett kept her husband’s body in the garage refrigerator, but she didn’t kill him. His heart combusted in his rib cage during Sunday breakfast, popping his eyes out like egg whites. Wiping sugar-free orange […]
*** Lucas Peel spends his time telling everyone who will listen about his ongoing battle with lactose intolerance. He was born in the year of the banana and likes thinking about the sounds dinosaurs […]