This old man — he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb. This old man, my old man, my man, is a long haul trucker. Here last week, gone this week. Back the week after. Knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone. I’m singing to the big old hound lying on the kitchen lino. Useless thing. …
Category Archives: Stories
Stinker
Once upon a time there was a little boy who had both a dog and a monster. This boy spent his summer days with the dog traveling out with him in the morning and returning each afternoon in the hottest part of the day to cool in the shade of the back porch with the …
Questionable
Not quite a day late, but pretty much a dollar — or a piece of software and a margin change — short. So without further ado — or proper inking — I give you the first installment of The Big G.
Umbrella
Tomas looked down from the balcony. This house, the house he’d grown up in, was old, faded. The cool blues and sweet melons of his childhood forgotten and replaced with dry grays and dingy mustards. It was as if his mother had taken all of the color with her when she left. Papa had told …
Line-by-Line
When I left, it was winter. I had arrived on a clear cold August night. Stopping on the butte overlooking the canyon, I wondered if there was any reason not to simply continue riding north. To be continued… First line courtesy of The Oracle. But yours won’t be the same.