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The Flamingo and the Hedgehog
Opening view. We see Hedgehog sitting on a bench unable to control his crying. He is sitting on a bus stop bench and has a suitcase on the bench with him. He is rocking back and forth on the bus bench. His quills are quivering and he looks very upset. Hedgehog: (wailing) Oh dear, oh…
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The Nearly Empty Hotel
I remembered a time in the recent past when I stayed in a hotel with only one other occupant. I was assigned to the first floor and the other hotel guest was spending time on the sixth floor. There was a wealth of space in between us, and it was as if I could feel…
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The Horrible and Ungodly Petrol Accident of ’94
We learn every time we come close to fucking at all up. We definitely learn every time we completely fuck it all up, that much is certain, but I think people underestimate how much we learn from the close calls, the “holy moly, that was close” episodes. Every time we almost fuck up, an angel…
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Mr. Finewine
Give it up for the man of the hour, Mr. Finewine! Clap clap clap, clap clap clap clap. Bow this way, bow that way, bow the other way, bow all the other which way. My fine furry friends, I thank you for hosting me on this most auspicious of days. It is a day of…
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Evil Pacifico
Cruelty at any age is a warrant for jail time, but in Pacifico’s case it was just another day at the office. The very atmosphere in the building seemed to be a magnet for wickedness and deceit on that particular week, which didn’t help matters much for Pacifico, who was completely and irrevocably cruel at…
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The Beast at the Feast
It was a sordid affair. We were all wise enough to know what was happening, even though no one wanted to admit what was happening. We all wished to be numb to it, but we were all very much alive to it. The beast at the feast had just about taken care of all…
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The Lamp to the Left of the Movie Projector Screen
It’s a weird trick, but a trick that almost every partner utilizes if he or she or they are “about the buzz” and “in the know”. It is a little trick that we are allowed to utilize on Saturdays. Only on Saturdays. It’s something that involves a movie projector, a screen, two lamps, and a…
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Po – A Poem
What is there to a Po? Lord only knows how far it goes. A sliver of light, and then you see That the light is not light, but something more free. An occasion for pause, because The real culprits and the real noise All happen down below, in the holdout of the big foreign ship,…
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My Father, the Robot
Father was wearing an apron and serving salmon to us, taking the fillets off the grill and placing them on a wooden board and bringing the board into the kitchen, setting it down at the center of the dining room table. I was sitting on one side, stepmother was sitting on one side, and my…
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At Home Is
He lifted himself out of the house and succumbed to strep throat. Sewers running down the lines of his jeans, spittle on his eyebrows, and dirt clods in the high cloudy hair. He felt at home in the madness of this century and the measured mercury of this marvelously messed up mind. Wince. Laugh. Usher. …
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